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Pr^ed Jc Soic? ly James JOHNSON Mustc St<l/#r EdzNBUR (?H to le had at 
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Music and Song. 

TT has long been a juft and general Complaint, that among all the Mufic 1 
pL Books of SCOTS SONGS that have been hitherto offered to the Public, 
not one, nor even all of them put together, can be faid to have merited the-nann 
of what may be called A COMPLETE COLLECTION; havingbtenpublifhcd on 
,\y in detached pieces and parcels; amounting however upon the whole, to more thai, 
twice the price of this Publ> ifion; attended moreover with this further disadvan- 
tage, that they have been prii J in fuch large unportable Sizes, that they could 
by no means anfwer the purpofe of being pocket-companions; which is no fmafl 
incumbrance,efoecially to the admirers of focial Mufic. 

To remedy theft, and all other complaints and inconveniencies of the kind* 
.this work, now before the public eye, has been undertaken, and carried on, 
Under the Patronage, direction* and Heview of a number of Gentlemen of un 
difputed tafte, who have been pleated to encourage, enrich, and adornthe,. 
who I', literary part of the Performance -The Publifher begs leave only tola\> 
that he had ftrtnuoufly endeavoured, and will perfevere to exert his utmoft 
fkill and al'fiduity in executing the mechanical part of the work. And he flat 
tirs him fell, that his laudable unremitted emulation to gain the public effi em, 
will meet with the favourable regard of his obliging friends and generous 
Siibfcribers __ Tlu. Subscription will be kept open, at leaft, to the publica 
■tioti of the Second Volume: which was all originally intended; and which will 
be jjiiblifhed as fociQ as the work can be executed, which is already in. great 
fcrwardnefs _. Each Volume contains ONE HUNDRED Songs, with the 
original Mufic, embellifhed with Thorough Bafsea by one of the ableft 
Matters .And befidesthefe hundred Songs, under the Mufic and Song ibfef. 
fed in the refpectivc titles at the top of the page, the performer will frequen 
tly find two or three additional Sets of appofite words to the fame tune;adu 
pud to the VOICE, HARPSICHORD, and PIANO -FORTE, fee. 
It was intended* and mentioned in the Propofals, to have adopted a Confi'h 1 
Rklo Variety of the molt Mufical and Sentimental of -the Englifh and Irifh 
Songs? But this Scheme, not happening to meet with general approbation, 
after fever al plates had been engraved for the purpofe, it was determined, in 
' ompliancc with what feemed to be the almoft univerfal inclination of the Sub 
icribcrs, to for the prefent, wi^h a full intention to refumc it after 
wards, if it fhall yet appear to be defired and encouraged, in a third, or ;< 
fourth Volume. 

In the meantime, it is humbly requcfted, tf any Lady or Gentleman have 
uiy meritorious Song with th« Mufic (never hithcrty Publifhedyof the true 
Ancient Caledonian firain, that they would be pleafed to tranfniit the rauuRo 
the Publifher, that it may be fubmitted to the proper Judges, and Ih be pre - 
Gerved in this Repofitory of our National Mufic and Song, bv their moft; 

Obliged and Humble Servant, 
Ed,' B l -UV M V„<I.M ; , M . 17H7. J*MES JOIWXtfS. 


Index- of Authors' names - in Vol. first, 

fo far as can be afcertained. 

AN thou wert my ain thing _ _ «. _ " _ _ ._ _ _, Page _, 2 
Ah furc a pair was never fcen _ .. 

Auld lang fyne .. _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ '$ 

Allan water M? Crawford, a gentleman of the family- of \ 

Auchnames ______ _ _ J "* - ^>j 

\s down on Banna* banks I ftray'd _ Mf Po« _ Irifh Air _ _ _ 47 


Bcfs the gawkie __ _ _'■ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ „ _ 4 

Banks of the Tweed _____ ______ 6 

Beds of fweet rofes _ __ _ _ ______ 7 

Bony Scotman _ _ Ramfay _ _ „ _ _ _ 13 

Blythe Jocky _ _ _ _ _ _ _______ 25 

Blythe Jockey young and gay _ _ _ _ _ _ _ . _ 30 

Bon)' Befsy _ _ _ _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ 31 

Blathrie o't ___________ 34 

Blink o'er the burn, fweet Betty _ Mitchel _ _ _ _ - 52 

Bony Jean _______ Ramfay _ . _ - _ 55 

Blythfome bridal _ _ - _ _ __ _'_ _ _ 58 

Bony Chrifty _ _____ Ramfay .. _ _ _ _ 61 

Bufk ye bufk ye _ _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ 65 

Bony brucket lafsie ____ __ _ _ _ 69 

Broom of Cowdenknows _ _ _ _ _ _ _'*•,_,- 70 

Birks of Invermay - The 2 firft ftan/as by Mallet, the 2-laft) 

by Df Bryce of Kirkntwton _ _ *'-{ "■■• 
Banks of Forth _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 76 

Bony grey-ey'd morn _ " _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ 80 

Bufh aboon Traquair _ _ Mf Crawford _ _ _ _ 81 

Braes of Ballenden _ Blar.klock, the Mufic by Ofwald _ _ _ 93 
Bide ye yet , _ _ - _ _ - - - - - - 98 

Bony Dundee __ __ ____ _„ lOO 


Come let's hae ' mair wine in _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ _ 12 

Collier's bony lafsie - _ Ramfay _ _ _ - 48 

• Corn riggs _ _ _ _ - Ramfay _ - - - 94 

Dear Roger if your Jenny geek _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ ' _ i7 
Down the burn Davie _ MT Crawford _ 7.5 


Etri. k banks __ _ ____ _ - - _ _ 82 


From Roflin Caftle's echoing walls _ _ - _£ _ 9 

Flowers of Edinburgh _ _ _ _ _ - - - . - 14 

Fy-gar rub her o'er wi' ftrae _ _ Ramfay " _ _ - 17 

Fa ire ft of the fair _ _ DF Piercy _ _ - _ 33 

FV-wers of the fbreft , _ Mifs Home _ - 64 

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jeroy _ .._ _ _ _ _ Sir Alex? Halket _ _ . _ 67 

iv. grow the- ryfhes _ _ _ Mf Burns ,_ . 78 

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Go to the ewe bughts Marion -_-_ i,- _ _ _ Page _ 86 

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Highland Quern - Poetry- and raufic both by a MF M? Vicar, "\ 

once of the Solbay man of war .- _ _ r " ".."• » 
Highland King - .. _ _ # _ .' „ _. _ ■ _ _ _ lb- 

Happj Marriage -_ _ _ _ ______ *. 20 

Highland laddie- _ . __ r _ Ramfay- _ - - _ _ 22 
He ftole my tender heart away - _ _ _ _ _ _ Englifh Air, 29 

Had I a heart for falfhood fram'd _ Sheridan _ _ _ _ _ • _ 47 

Hen awa there awa - _ .. _ _ i-_ _ _ ' _ __ 58 
Her abfcncc will not alter me _ - _ .. - _ _ _ - 72 


Jamie Gay .... - _ .. _ _'_ -'_._■_ _ _ _ 1 5 

Johny's gray brerks _ _ .._.__ 1 _''.'_ .. _ 2** 
Jennys heart was frank and free - _byMF Mayae _. '■_ ib. 

I wiih my love were in a mire _ Tranflated from Sappho by Philips 41 
I married with a folding wife _;_ ' j, \ • — ' _ _ _ _ « . - 99 

Jenny Nettles _"_ _ _ _ _ _ _'•_•_ .. ' ^ _ 53 

Jocky faid to Jenny _ _ _,_ _ .. _ _ _ _ _ 62 

John Hay's bony lafsie - _ Ramfay _ _ _ _. _ 68 

I'll never leave thee _ . _ - - .. MF Crawford _ 92. 

Johny and Mary „. .. _ „ _ _ .. _ - _ _ '101 


Kate of Aberdeen ..__.___ Cunningham _ 36 

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Lord Gregory „ :_...._ - - S 

Lafs of Livingfton _ _, Ramfay _ _ ' _ 1^ 

Laft time I came o'er the moor _ _ Ramfay - _ - - I »? 

Lafs of Patie's mill _ - - - ' ... Ramfay _ _ - _ _ 21. 
Lawland maids _ _.-.*.. Ramfay - - _-■,'- 23 

Leander on the bay - _ _-__._ . _ _ _ _ _ 27 

Lucky Nancy - -■ - - - '■- - - - -. - - -34 

Logan water _ .. _ _ .. Thomson _ - 42 

Loch Eroch fide __ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 78 

Lewis Gordon - _ _. • _ _ _ _ _ - -. _ - - 87 

Low down },$the broom _ - - _ ... - _ - _ 91' 

Lochaber . . . _ .. « . _. _ Ramfay , ... _ _ ^96 


My dear Jockie _ _ _ _• _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 16 

Mary* Dream . MF AlexF Lowe, a young Galloway gentleman. '>'. 38. 
My aih kind dearie O - _ . .. _ . -.'"•- - - - '-" 50 

Mary Scot _ „. _ _ _ _ 

M\ Dearie if thou die J . _ 
My Nanny O _ . .. 

My apron dearie 
Muckitl o' Gcordif's byre_l 

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Nanfy s to the greenwood gane _ . _ .. . _ _ . . * M) 

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O lovely maid how dear's thy power _ , _ :. _ , _ 4. 


, _ 74 

M 1 - Crawford 


Ramfay .. 


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O'er the moor to Maggy _ ■ _ Ramfay _ _ -' _ _ '._ Page _ 56 

O'er the hilltf and far away __ ______ _ 62 

Of cars Ghoft'_ Mifs Ann Kieth, The mufic by M™ Touch _ _ 71 
O faw ye my father _ _ .... _ _ ._ _ _ ^77 

Oh ono .chrio _ Compofed on the mafsacrc of Glencoe . 90 

Peggy 1 muft love thee _ Ramfay _ _'..._ _ _ 3 

Pinky houfe _ . _ _. _ ._ _ _"._ _ „ _ _ _ 57 


rlo&tQ. Caftie _ M r . Rich9 Hewit, the mufic by Ofwald _ _ _ .. 9 


Saw ye Johny comin quo (he _ __ _ _ _ ■• _ _ _ 10 

Saw ye na my Peggy _ _ _ _ _ . _' _ _ 12 

Sae merry as. we twa hae been '_ _ _' _ _ _ _ _ 60 

She rofe and loot me^in __ _ _ _ __ _ _ _ 84. 

Sweet. Annie frae the fea beach came _ ___,'_ _ _ _ 85 

Turnimfpike man _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ___ 24 

To fly like bird from grove to grove _ * _ _ _ _ _ _,25 

Twine wee 1 the plaiden „ . _ _ _ _ _ _. _ _ _ _ 32 

Tweed Side _ _ _. '_ _' _ MT Crawford _ 37 

The, maid that tends the goats _ _ MT Dudgeon _ _40 

There's nae luck about the houfe _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 44 

Tarry -woo _ _ - _____ _____ _ 45 

The maid in bedlam _ .George Syron, a Negro in bedlam _ 46 

There's my thumb I'll ne'er beguile you _ _ _ _ ' _' _ _ 66 

Wi^e'd- and married and a' _ - ■ - - - - - - - _ - 10 

Water ..parted from the fea "_• _____ _Englifh Air _ 39 

Within a mile of EdinT town _ _ _ -- _ - _ _ _ 49 
Whetfabfent from the nymph I love _ _______ 54 

Whe'n fumnirr comes the fwains on Tweed _ MT Crawford .. _ _ 71 
Wauking of tfee fauld _ _ _ _ Ramfay _ ._'_._._-_ 88 


Young Peggy blooms our bonnicft lafs _ - _ _ 79 


Entered in Stationers Hall. 


The Highland Queen. 

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In her,fweet innocence you'll find, 
With freedom, truth, and beauty join'd; 
?rom pride and affectation free, 
Mike (he fmiles on you and me: 
The brighteft nymph that trips the green, 

do pronounce my Highland Queen. 

No fordid wifh, or trifling joy, 
ler fettled calm of mind deftroy; 
itrict honour fills her fpotlefc foul, 
told adds a luftre to the whole: 
i matchlefs fhape, a graceful mien, 
Ul center in my Highland Queen. 

How bleft that youth, whom gentlE fate, 
fcs defiincJ for fb fair a mate! 
las all thefe wondring gifts in ftore, 
bid each returning day brings more. 
Jo youth fo happy can be feen, 
offeffi ng thee, my Highland Queen. 

The Highland King. 
"V7TE Mules nine, O lend >°ur aid, 
X Tnfpire a tender bafhfiill maidi 
That's lately yielded up her hi^art, 
A conqueft to Love's pow'rful dart^ 
And now would fain attempt to ling. 
The praifes of my Highland King. 

Jamie-, the pride of all the green. 
Is jufr my -age, e'en gay flfieen: 
When fir-It I faw him, twas the day 
That ufhers in the fprightly May; 
When firft I ft It Love's pOwYfull fting, 
And fighd for my dear Highland Kini*. 

With him for beauty, fhape, and air. 
No other frfpherd can compare; 
Good nature, honefty, and truth, 
Adorn the dear, the matchlefs youth: 
And graces, more than I can hng. 
Bedeck my charming Highland King 

Would once the deareft boy but fay, 
Tis you I love; Gonie,Come away, 
Unto the kirk,rcvLove, let's hy; 
Oh mei in rapture, la" comply! 
And I fhould then have caufe to- firg 
The praifes of mv Highland King. 

An thon were mv ain thing 






An thou were my ain thing, O I woud love thee, I wou'd 

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harms, For above mortals thou haft charms, How dearly do I love thee! 





Of race divine thou needs mult be, 
Since nothing earthly equals thee; 
For heaven's fake, then pity me, 
Who only lives to love thee. 
An thou were &c. 

ThelWrs one thing peculiar have, 
To ruin none whom they can fave; 
O for their fake fupport a flave, 
Who ever on fhall love thee. 
An thou were. &c. 

To merit I no claim can make, 
But that I love, and for your fake 
What man can do 1*11 undertake; 
So dearly do I love thee. 
An thou were &c. 

My paffion, conftant as the fun, 
Flames ftronger frill, will ne'er have dot 
Till fate my thread of life have fpun, 
Which breathing out I'll -love thee. 
An' thou were &c . 

Peggv, I muft love thee. 

prife;New life /prints up, he lifts his eyes With joy, & waits her 
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motion . 


'So when by her, whpm long I lovcl, 
I feorn*d v>; ( s ind deferted; 

Low with dt.fpa ; .',nry fpirits njOv'd,. 
To be forfv r parted: 

Thus droop"cl 1, till diviner grace 

I found in Peggv s mind and face; 

Ingratitude appeared then bafe, 
But virtue more engaging. 

Then now, fince happily iVe hit, 
I'll hav: no more delaying; 

Let beauty yield to manly wit. 
We lof' ourfelvts in 1>;.\ iv.g; 

1*11 hafte dull courtfhip to a clofe, 

Since marriage can my fears oppofe: 

Why fhoua 1 we happy minutes lofe. 

Since, Peggy, I muft love thee. 

Mtn may be foolifh if they pleafe, ;*! 

And deem't a lover's duty 
To figh, and facrifice their eafe, 

Doating on a proud beauty: 
Such was my cafe for many a year, 
Still hope fucceedingto my fear; 
Falfe Bettys charms now djfapoear, 

Since Pf-gjjA s far outfhine'thein . 

Andante Affect 




*-' brae, where flocks do feed, and Herds do ftray, and fport a while wi* 

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Ja_mie! Ah na, lafe, Hi no gang there, nor about Ja_ime, tak' 






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care, nor about Jamie tak' nae care, for he's tane up wi' Maggy 

For hark, and I will tell you, lafe, 
Did I not fee \our Jamie pafs, 
Wi' tneikle gladnefs in his face, 

Oirt o'er the muir to Maggy. 
I wat he gae her men} a kifs, 
And Maggy took them ne'er amife: 
Tween ilka fmack--- pieas'd her with this, 

That Befs was but a gawkie. 

For when a civil kifs I feek, 

She fame her head, and thraws her cheek, 

*\nd for an hour fhe'U fcarcely fpeak; 

Who'd not call her a gawkie? 
But fure my Maggy has mair fenfe, 
^he'll gie a fcore without offence; 
Now gi e me ane unto the'menfe. 

And ye fhall be my dawtie. 

O Jamie, ye ha'e mony tane, 
But 1 will never ftand for ane, 
Or twa, when we do meet again; 

Saejle'er think me a gawkie. 
Ah na, lafs, that ne'er can be. 
Sic thoughts as thele are i ar- frae me, 
Or ony thy fwtet face tha f fee, 

E'er to think thee a y.-ivvkie. 

But, whifht] — nae mair of this we'll {peak, 
For yonder Jamie does us meet; 
Inftead of Meg he kifscf fae fweet, ' 

I trow he likes the gawkie. 

dear Befs, T hardly Knew, 

When I came by, your gown's fae new, 

1 think you've got it wet wi' dew. 

Quoth fhe, That's like a gawkie. I 

It's wat wi' dew, and 'twill get rain, 
And 111 get gowns when it is gane, 
Sae you may gang the gate you came, 

And tell it to your dawtie. 
The guilt appear'd in Jamie?s cheek; 
He crycl, O cruel maid, but fweet, 
If I ihould gang a nither gate, 

I ne'er could meet my dawtie I 

The laffes faft frae him they flew, 
And left poor Jamie fair to rue, 
That ever Maggy's face he knew, 

Or yet ca'd JBefs a Gawkie. 
As they went o'er the muir they fang; 
The hills and daleB with echoes rang, 
The hills and dales with echoes rang, 

Gang o'er the muir to Maggy. 

Oh open the dooi\ Lord Gregory. 

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Oh o_pen the door, Lord Gre_go _ ry, oh o_ pen and 

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Ah wae be to you,Gregory! 

An ill death may you die! 
You will not be the death of one, 

But you'll be the death of three. 
Oh dont you' mind, Lord Gregory ? 

'Twas down at yon burn fide 
We chang'd the ring of our fingers 

And I put mine on thine . 



The Banks of the Tweed. 

•<*- / fhade, 1 heard a (bund wore fweet than pipe or flute, fore more en 


_ chanting was not Orpheus' lute; while lift nine & ama/a' I tumd my eves, the morel 

<*-' grove I faw my Di 

L"nfeen,unheard,(he <hought,thus fung the Maid. 

<M _ ligh_ted am I when a -broad I can rove, lb in_dulge a fond 

figh, but how blith when hes near! 'Tis this rural a - mufement d* _ 

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Neither Linnet or Nightingale fing half fo fiveet, 
And the foft melting {tram did Rind Bcho repeat, 
It fo ravifhb" my heart and delighted my ear. 
Swift as lightning I flew to the arms of my dear. 
She furpri/cl, and detected, fbroe moments did ftand, 
Like the role was her chee'k, and the lilly her hand, 
Which fhe placed on her breaft, and (aid. Jockey, I fear 
I have been too imprudent, pray how came you here? 

For to vifit my ewes, and to fee. my lambs play, 

By the banks of the Tweed and the groves I did ftra\,« 

But my Jenny, dear Jenny, how oft' haye I figh'd, 

And ha»e vowel endlefs love, if you would be my bride! 

lb the altar of Hymen, my fair one, repair, 

Where knot of affection fhall tie the fond pair; 

To the pipers fprightly notes the gay dance we will lead, 

And will bl*fs the dear grove, by the banks of the Tweed. 




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The beds of fweet Rofe.s . 


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little birds were fing_ ing de _ light- ful and gay, the 


-'*- little birds were finging de _ light _ ful and gay, whei 


often fport and play, down a_mong the beds of fweet rof _ es. 

M\ daddy and my mammy- I oft have heard them fay, 
That I was a naughty boy, and did often fport and play; 
But 1 never liked in all my life a maiden that was fry 
Down among the beds of fweet rofes. — 

Roflin Caftle. 

Awake, fweet mufti the breathing fpring 
With rapture warms; awake and UngJ 
Awake and join the vocal throng, 
Who hail the morning with a fbng; 
To Nanny raife the chearful lay, 
O! bid her hafte and come away; 
In fweeteft fmiles herfelf adorn, 
And add new graces to the morn! 

O hark, my love! On ev ry fpray, 
Each feather "<[ warbler tunes his lay; 
'Tis. beauty fires the ravifh'd throng; 
And love inlpires the melting fong: 
Then let my rapturcl notes arife; 
For beauty- darts from Nanny's eyes% 
And love my rifing bofom warms, 
And fills my foul with fweet alarms. 

O! come, my love! thy Colin's lay 
With rapture calls, O come away! . 
Come, while the mufe this wreath fhall twine 
Around that modeft brow of thine; 
O! hither hafte, and with thee bring 
That beauty- blooming like the fpring, 
Thofe graces that divinely fhi-.e, 
And charm this ravifh'd breaft of mine! 

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Same lane. 

FROM Roflin Caftle's echoing walls 
Refbund my fhepherd's ardent calls; 
My Colin bids me come away, 
And love demands I fhould obey. 
His melting ftrain, and tuneful lay, 
So much the charms of love dhplay, 
I yield -nor longer can refrain 
To own my love, and blefs my fwain. 

No longer can my heart conceal 
The painful -pleafing flame I feel; 
My foul retorts the am'rous ftrain; 
And echoes back in love again. 
Where lurks my fongfter? trom what grove 
Does Coim.p,our his notes of love? 
O bring me to the happy bow'r, 
Where mutual love may- blifs fecurei 

Ye vocal hills, that catch the fong, 
Repeating as it flies along, 
To Coliris ears my ftrain convey, 
And fay, I hafte to come away-. 
Ye zephyrs fbft, that fan the gale, 
Waft to my love the foothing tale; 
In whifpers all my foul expref*, 
And tell, I hafte his arms to blefe, 


Saw ye Johnnie cummin? quo' fhe. 

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^ faw ye Johnnie cummin,quo* file; Saw ye Johnnie cummin,Wi' his blue bonnet 







on his head, And his doggie runnin,quo' fhe; and his doggie runnin? 

-0 0. 

Fee him, father, fee him, quo* fhe; 

Fee him, father, fee him: 
For he is a' gallant lad, 

And a weel doin; 
And a' the wark about the houfe 

Gaes wi*me when I fee him,quo , fhe; 

Wi'me when I fee him. 

WTiat will I do wi' him, huffy.' 

What will I do wT him? 
He*s ne'er a fark upon his back, 

And I hae nane to gie him. 

I hae twa farks into m> kift. 
And ane o'them I'll gie him, 

And for a mark of mair fee 
Dinna ft and wi' him, quo' fhe; 
Dinna ftand wi* him . 

For well do I lo'e him, quo' fhe; 

Well do I lo'e him: 
O fee him, father, fee him, quo' fhe; 

Fee him, father, fee him; 
He'll had the pleugh,thrafh in the bam, 

And lie wi*nie at e'en, quo' fhe; 

Lie wi* me at e'en. 

Woo'd and Married and a'. 


Ira to be married the night, And has neither blankets,nor fheets, Has 

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nei-ther blan_kets, nor fheets, Nor fcarce a cover _ let too. The 







bride that has a' thing to borrow, Has e'en right mei - kle a _ do 

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Woo'd and mar.ried and a*, Woo'd and married and a% An 


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was nae fhe very weel aff,That was woo'd and married and a*? 




Out fpake the bride's father, 
As he came in frae the plough, 

had ye're tongue, my doughter, 
And y f's get gear enough; 

The ftirk that ftands i' th' tether, 
And our bra' bafin'dyade 

Will carry ye hame your corn; 
Whnt wad \v> be at, ye jade? 
Woo'd and married, fee. 

Oat fpake the bride's mither, 
What d_l needs a* this pride.' 

1 hid nae a plark in my pouch 
That night I was a bride; 

My gown was linfy-woolfy. 

And ne'er a (ark ava; 
And ye hae ribbons and bufkins, 

Mae thnn ane or twa. 
Woo'd and married, fee. 

Whrts the matter. 1 quo' Willie, 
Tho' we be fcant o' claiths, 

We'll creep the nearer the gither, 
And we'll fmore a' the fleas: 

Simmer is coming on, 

And we'll get teats of woo; 
And we'll get a lafs o' our ain. 
And fhe^l fpin claiths anew. 
Woo'd and married, fee. 

Out fpake the bride's brither, 

As he came in wi' the kie, 
Poor Willie had ne'er a tane ye, 

Had he kent ye as well as I; 
For youre baith proud and faucy, 

Andnae for a poor man's wife; 
Gin Icannaget a better, 

Ife never tak ane i' my life. 
Woo'd and married, fee. " 

Out fpake the bride's fifter, 
As fhe came in frae the byre, 

gin I were but married! 
It's a' that I defire: 

But we poor fo'k maun live fingle, 
And do the beft we can; 

1 dinna Care what I fhou'd want, 
If I cou'd get but a man. 

Woo'd and married, &.c. 


Saw ye nae my Peggy- 

Who would leave a lover, 
To become a rover? 
No, I'll ne'er give over, 
Till I happy- bei 
For fince love inspires me» 
,As her beauty fires me, 
And her abfence tires me, 
Nought can pleafe but (he. 
When I hope to gain her. 
Fate feems to detain her; 
Cou'd I but obtain her, 
Happy would I bei 
I'll ly down before her, 
Bl^fs, figh, and adore her, 
With faint looks implore her, 
'Tillfhe pity me! 

The Tbaft. Same Tune. 

COME let's ha'e mair wine in, 
Bacchus hates repining, 
Venus loves nae dwining, 

Let's be blyth and free. 
Away with dull— Here t'ye, Sir; 
Ye'er miftrefs, Robie, gie's her, 
We'll drink her health wi' pleafure, 
• Wha's belov'd by thee ? 

Then let Peggy warm ye, 
That's a lafs can charm ye, 
And to joys alarm ye, 

Sweet is fhe to me. 
Some angel ye wad ca' her, 
And never wilh ane brawer, 
If ye bare-headed faw her 

Kilted to the knee. 

Peggy a dainty lafis is, 
Come lets join our glaffes, 
And refrefh our haules 

With a health to thee. 
Let coofs their calh be clinking, 
Be ftatemen tint in thinking, 
While we with love and drinking, 

Give our cares the lie. 

The Bonnv Scot-man 


Boat -man, bear me frae hence, or bring to me my brave, my bontry 







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Scot -man! In ha_ly Bands we joynd our hands, jet may not this di(_ 

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_ _co _ver, while Parents rate a large Eftate before a faith_fu' Lo _ver 

But I loor chufe in Highland glens 
To herd the kid and goat, man, 
E'er I rou'd for fie little ends 
Refufe my bonny Scot-man . 
Wae worth the man 
Wha firft began 
The bafe ungenerous fafhion, 
Frae greedy views, 
Love's art to ufe, 
While firangers to its pafsion! 

Frae foreign fields, my lovely jrouth, 

Hafte to thy longing laffie, 
Who pants to prefs thy baumy mouth. 
And in her bofom haufe thee. 
Love gTes the word, 
Then hafte on board, 
Fair winds and tenty Boat- man, 
Waft o'er, waft o'er, 
Frae yonder fbore, 
My blyth, my bonny Scot -man! 


The Flowers of Edinburgh, 

Defpair and anguifh fill my breaft, 
Since I have loft my blooming rofe; 

I figh and moan while others reft* 
His abfence yields me no repofe. 

To feek my, love T*ll range and rove, 
Thro' ev'ry grove, and diftant plain; 

Thus I'll ne'er ceafe,but fpend my days, 
T'hear tidings from my darling (wain, 

Kind Neptune, let me thee intreat, 

To fend a fair and pleafant gale; 
Ye dolphins fweet, upon me wait, 

And convey me on your tail. 
Heavens blefs my voyage with fuccefs, 

While crofling of the raging main, 
And fend me fafe o'er to that diftant fhore 

To meet my lovely darling fwain. 

There's nothing ftrange in Nature's change, All joy and mirth at our return 

Since parents (hew fuch cruelty; Shall then abound from Tweed to lay; 

They caus *d my, love from me to range, The bells fhall ring, and fweet birds fing<j 

And know not to what deftiny. To grace and crown our nuptial day 

The pretty kHs and tender lambs Thus blefs'd with charms in my love's aitl 

May ceafe to (port upon the plain; My heart once more I will regain: 

Put I'll mourn and lament, in deep difcontent^Then I'll range no more to a diftant fhoi 

For the abfence of my darling fwain- But in love will enjoy my darling fwail 


As Jamie Gay gang'd blyth his way a_long the banks of Tweed, 

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_ty Swain, untaught to feign, the buxom Nymph firr_ veycl, and 

n it lf ' ! 

Dear laflie tell, why by thy . fell 

Thou haft'ly wandYeft hdre. 
My ewes, fhe cry'd, are ftrayingwide; 

Can'ft tell me, Laddie, where? 
To town I hy, he made reply, 

Some meikle {port to fee; 
But thou rt fo fiveet, fo trim and neat, 

Fll feek the ewes with thee. 

She gave her hand, nor made a ftand, 
But lik 'd the youth's intent; 

O'er hill and dale, o'er plnin and vale, 
Right merrily they went. 

The birds feng fweet,the pair to greet, 
And flow'r,s bloom'd all around: ■ 

And as they walkd, of love they talk'd, 
And Joys which lovers crownd . 

And now the fun had rofe to noon. 

In zenith of his power, 
When to a (hade their fteps they made, 

To pais the mid-day hour. 
The bonny lad rowd in his plaid 

The lafs, who fcorn'd to frown; 
She foon forgot the ewes fhe fought, 

And he to gang to town. 

My Dear Jock< \ 


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When lads and their laffes are on the green met , 

They dance and they fing,and they laugh, and they chat. 

Contented and happy with hearts full of glee, 

I can't without envy- their merriment fee. 

Thofe pleafures offend me, my fhepherd's not there, 

No pleafure I relifh that Jockey dont fhare, 

It makes me to figh,I from tears fcarce refrain, 

I with my dear Jockey returncl back again. 

But hope fhall fuftain me, nor will I defpair, 
He pronuVd he would in a fortnight be here; 
On fond expectation my wifhes Til feaft, 
For love my dear Jockey to Jenny will hafte*, 
Then farewell each care, and adieu each vain figh, 
Who'll then be fo bleft or fo happy as-ll 
Hi fing on the meadows, and alter my ftrain. 
When Jockey returns to my arms back again. 

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-fore auld age your vi_tals nip, And lay ye twafeld o'er a rung. 

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Sweet youths a blyth and heartfome time; 

Then, lads and lafles, while 'tis May, 
Gae pu'the gowan> in its prime, 

Before it wither and decay. 
Watch the faft minutes of delyte, 

When Jenny (peaks beneath her breath, 
And kifles, laying a 1 the wyte 

On you, if (he kepp ony fkaith. 

Haith, ye're ill bred, (he'll foiling fey, 

Ye'll worry me, ye greedy rook; 
Syne frae your arms (he'll rin away, 

And hide herlell in (bme dark nook.' 
Her laugh will lead you to the place 

Where lies the happinels ye want, 
And plainly tell you to your (ace, 

Nineteen nayfays are haf a grant. 

Now to her heaving bo(bm cling, 

And fweetly toolie for a kife: * 

Frae her fair finger whoop a ring, 

As taiken of a future blifs. 
The.fe bennilbns, I'm very fure, 

Are of the gods indulgent gi unt; 
Then,(urly carles, whifht, forbear 

To plague us wi' your whining cant. 

Same Tune. Sang by PATIE. 

DEAR Roger, if your Jenny geek, 
And anfwer kindnefs wi' a flight, 
Seem unconcern d at her neglect, . 

For women in a man delight, 
But them defpife who're fbon defeat, 
And with a fimple face give way 
To a repulfe; —then be not blate, 
Pu(h bauldly on, and win the day. 

When maidens, innocently young, 

Say aften what they never mean, 
Ne er mind their pretty lying tongue. 

But tent the language of their een. 
If thefe agree, and (he perfilt 

To anfwer a' your love (rith hate, 
Seek elfewhere to be better blefs'd; * 

And let her dgh when 'tis too late. 

The Lafs of Livingfton. 



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pleas'd to hear. They heard the praifes of the youth from her own tonguejfrom her own 
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tongue,Who now converted was to truth,and thus fhe fung,& thus fhe fung. 

Blefs'd days when our ingenious fex, 
More frank and kind- more frank and kind, 
Did not their lov'd adorers vex; 
But fpoke their mind-but fpoke their mind, 

'\ ■ ;i. nting now, fhe promise! fair, 
Wbu'd he return -woud he return, 
She ne'er again wou'd give him care. 
Or caufe him mo urn -or caufe him mourn, 

Why lov'd I the deferring (wain, 
Yet frill thought fhame -yet fHll thought flame < 
When he my yielding heart did gain, 
To own my flame - to Own my flame! 
Why took' Ipleafure to torment, 
And feem too coy- and feem too coy. 
Which makes me now, alas! lament 
My flighted joy- my flighted joy! 

Ye Fair, while beauty* in its fpring, 
0*n_>our defire ..own your defire, 
While love's young powr with his foft wing 
Fans up the fire -fans up the fire; 

do not with a filly pride, 
Or low defign -or low defign, 
Refufe to be a happy bride, 

But anfwer plain -but anfwer plain. 

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Thus the fair mourner wail'd her crime, 
With flowing eyes -with flowing eye$> 
Gladf Jamie h«axd her all the time, 
With fweet furprife-with fweet furprife 
Some god had led him to the grove, 
His mind unchang'd -his mind unchangV 
Flew to her arms, and cry'd, My love, 

1 am reveng'd - I am reveng d J 

The laft time I came o'er the Moor. 


The laft time I came o'er the moor, I left my loVe behind 








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Soon as the ruddy morn difplayd, The beaming day en fuing, JL 

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Beneath the cooling fhade we lay, 

Ga/ing,and ehaftely fporting; 
We kifs'd and promif 'd time away, 

Till night fpread her black curtain. 
I pitied all beneath the flues, 

Even kings, when (he was nigh me, 
In raptures I beheld her eyes, 

Which could but 111 deny me . 

Should I be called where cannons roar, 

Where mortal fteel may wound me, 
Or caft upon fome foreign fhore, 

Where dangers may furround me; 
Yet hopes again to fee my love, 

To feaft on glowing kiffes, 
Shall make my cares at diftance move, 

In profpect of fuch bliffeS. 

In all my foul there's not one place 

To let a rival enter: 
Since fhe excels in every grace, 

In her my love (hall center: 
Sooner the feas (hall ceafe to flow, 

Their waves the Alps fhall cover, 
On Greenland ice fhall rofes grow, 

Before I ceafe to love her. 

The next time I go o'er the moor, 

She fhall a lover find me; 
And that my faith is .firm and pure, 

Tho' I left her behind me: ' 
Then Hymen's facred liorids fhall chain 

My heart to her fair bofom, - 
There, while my being does remain, 

My love more frefh fhall blofTom. 


The Happy Marriage. 


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Thro' walks grown with woodbines, as often we ftray, 
Around us our boys and girls frolic and play: 
How pleafing their (port is! the wanton ones fee, 
And borrow their looks from my Jefry and me. 

To try her fweet temper, oft-times am I feen, 
In revels al) day with the nymphs on the green: 
Tho' painfu my abfence, my doubts (he beguiles, 
And meets me at night with complacence and fmiles. 

What tho' on her cheeks the rofe lofes its hue, 
Her wit and good humour bloom all the year thro- 
Time ftill, as he flies, adds increafr to her truth, 
And gives to her mind what he fteals from her youth. 

Ye fhep herds (6 gay, who make love to enfhare, 
An^kcheat, with falfe vows, the too credulous Fair; 
In fearch of true pleafure, how vainly you roam. 
To hold it for life, you mult 'find it at home. 

The Lafs of Peaty s Mill. 


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locks did play, Aiid wan_ton'd in her een. 




Her arms, white round and fmooth, 

Breafts rifing in their dawn, 
To fcge it would give youth, 

To -refs them with his hand; 
Through all my fpirits ran 

An ecftacy of blifs, 
When I fuch fwettnefs fand, 

Wrapt in a balmy kifs . 

Without the help of art, 

Like flowrs which grace the wild, 
She did her fweets impart, 

Whene'er fhe fpolc-^or fmilcl. 

Her looks, they were fo mild, 
Free from affected pride, 

She me to love beguilci; 
I wifh'd her for my bride. 

Olhad I all that wealth 

Hopetoun's high mountains fit 
Infurcl long lite and health, 

And pleafure ■ at my will", 
I'd promife and fulfil, 

That none but bonny fhe, 
Th> lai'e of Peaty's m 1 1, 

Shoud Chare the fame uith r. 

The Highland Laddie. 

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Laddie! mv bonny bohm- Highland Laddie, O my handibme Highland Laddie! 

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when I was fick and like to die, he row'd me in Jus Highland l?laidie. 

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<* LaddieiO mv bonny Hi&hla 



and Laddie,my handfoine charming highland laddie! may. 


If I were free at will to chufe, 
To be the wealthieft Lmland lady, 

I'd lake .young Donald without trews. 
With bonnet blew, and belted plaidy. 
O my bonny , fee . 

The bran eft bean in burrows -town, 
Fn a - * his airs, with' art made 'reach-, 

Compare! to him he's but a clown; 
He s fiiiT far in's tartan plaidy. 
O m\ bonm, fee. 

Oer bentv hill with him 1*11 run,. 

And lea^e my lawland kin and dadv, 
Frae winter's cauid,and fu aimers fan, 

He'll fcreen me with his highland plaid \ 
O my bonny-, fee. 

A -painted room, and filken bed, 

May pleale a law land laird and lady; 

But I can kifs,and be as glad, 

Behind a bufh ins highland plaid\ . 
O my bonny, fee. 

Few compliments between us pafs, 
I ca'.him my dear highland laddie., 

And -he ca's me hi* lawland lafs, 
Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie. 
O my bonny, fee . 

Nae greater Joy I'll e e.r pretend, 
Than that his love prove true and iioi 

Like mine to him, which ne'er Until cncj, 
While heaven prefixes my highland lad 
O mv bonnv, fee . 



THE lawland maids gang trig and fine. 
But aft they re {bur and uncti fjwr^; 
Sae proud, they ne\;-r ran be kind 

Like tm good-humour'd highland lafCe. 
O mv bonm, bonm highland laffie, 
Ms hearty fr-iling highland laffie, 
May never cure make thee lefs fair. 
But bloom of youth (till blefs my lafiv. 

Than om lafs in burrows -town, 

Whi mak iheir cheeks with patches mottie, 

I'd take uy Katy but a gown; 
Bare -footed in her little cbatie. 
O my bonny, fee. 

Bereath the brier, 01 bred en bufh. 
Whene'er I kifs and court my dawlie; 

Happv and blyth as ane wad wifh, 
Mv flighteren heart gangs pittie pattie. 
O my bonny, fee . 

O'r h^hefi hethery hills I'll fren, 

V\ith cor kit gun and ratthes tenty, 
To drive the d*>er out of their den. 

To feaft nn lafs on difhes dainty', 
• O rm bonnv rfir . 

There's nane {hall dan by deed or -vo, 
fiainft her to wag a tongue, or finger, 

W'hih* I can wield my- trufrv (word. 
Or frae my ^de whifk out a whinger .- 
O my bonnv fee. 

Th, m«~» -t.rtns clad with pu<ple bloorn 
And berries ripe, invite my treafur?. 

To range with me; let great towk gloom, 
Whde we; Jtb fe pride cOnfound their , i 
O my bonny, bonny- highland laffir. 
My- lovely finiling high fan' ? tJ 
May ne>er care make (*>•. !efi i.<.v, 
But bloom of youth ft;libie& rr.v ial! - 

From the Duenna 
Ah lure a pair was never feen 

So juftfy found to meet by nature! 
The youth excelling fo in xr.ien^ 

Th»> maid in ev'ry graceful feature! 
O how happy are fuch 1ovp;s, 

When kindred beauiic- ea'h difrovrsl 
rbi Purely fiv was made for thee. 

And thou to blefs tins- ( ) .1 ming creature. 

Same Tune. 

•So mild your looks,\our children theflc*, 
Will early- learn the tafk of dirtvi 

The Bo\s with all their Fathers fi-.ul 
The Girls with all their mother's beaut) 

O how charming to inherit, 
- \t once fin h gracev an,d ' • n (j i • 

Thus while \ on Uy m*\ f ..>>:i- 
Kach blffsing equal to vow 

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Firft when her to the 1 iwlands came, 
Nainfell was driving cows, man: 

There was nae laws about him's n _, 
About the pretks or trews, man. 

Nainfell did wear the philabeg, 
The plaid prick't on her fhoulder; 

The guid claymore hung pe her pelt, 
The piftol fharg'd wi' pouder. 

Rut for wheras thefe curfed preeks, 
Wherewith her n _ be lor kit, 

O hon! that e'er fhe faw the day I 
For a* her houghs be prokit. 

Even- t'ing in te Highlands now 

Pe turn't to alteration; 
The fodger dwall at our toor-fheek, 

And tat's te great vexation. 

Scotland be turn't a Ningland now, 
An' laws pring on te cadger: 

Nainfell wad \lurk him for her deeds, 
But ohl fhe fears te foger. 

Anither law came after that. 

Me never faw te like, man; 
They mak a lang road on te crund, 

And ca' him Turnimfpike, man. 

An* wow! fhe pe a ponny road, 
Like Louden corn-rigs, man; 

Where twa carts may gang on her, 
An' no preak ithers legs, man. 

They fharge a penny for ilka horfe, 
In troth, fhe'll no pe fheaper, 

For nought put gaen upo'the crund, 
And they gi'e me a paper. 

Na>t doubts, Nainfell maun tra Kr purf*, 
And pav them what hims like, man: 

I'll fee a fhugement on his toor; 
T'at filthy Turnimfpike, man! 

But I'll awa' to te Highland hills, 
Where te'il a ane dare tui "i her, 

And no come n^ar her Turnimfpike, 
Unlefs it pe to purn her. 

Blyth Jockey 

All other laffes h* forfakes, 

And flips to mi- alone; 
\t every fair, and all our walks 

lb me he makes his moan: 
He buys me tov k, and fweetmeats too, 

And ribbons for mv hair, 
No fwain was ever half fo .good, 

Nor half fo kind and fair. 

Where er I go I nothing fear, 

If Joe key is but b\ ; 
For I alone am all his care, 

When e\i'r danger's nigh. 
He v OWB lo wed next Whitfundav, 

Arid make me bleft for life, 4 
Can 1 refufe,ye maidens fay, 

To be young Jockey's wife! 

Same Time 

11 fly, like bird,from grove to gro\e, 
To wander like the bee, 
To fip of fw^ets, and tafte of love, 

Is not enough for me: 
No fluttering paffions wake nrv breaft, 

I wifh the place to find 
Where fate may give me peace and reft, 
Od>- fh«-pr:crd to xny mind. 

To everj- youth I'll not be gay,' 

Nor try on all my- power, 
Nor future pleafures throw awav 

In toyings for an hour: 
I would not reign the general toaff , 

Be prais'd by all the tow n; 
A thoufand tongues on me are loft; 

I'll h^ar but onlv one. 

For which of all the flattering train. 

Who fwarm at beauty s fhrm» , 
When youth's gav < haims are in the ivnj 

Will court their fure d'cuiic. 
Tlien fops, ;md wits, and beaux,fo> hear 

Your arts will never do; 
For fome fond youth fhall be m\ < ■• 

Life's chequer'd feaibn thro'. 

Mv little heart {hall ha\e a hon 

A warm and (helter'd neft; 
No giddy flights fhall make me roam 

From where I am moft bleft: 
With love and only that <[<nr fwain, 

What tranquil joys I {(—. 
Farewell, ve falfe, inconfjan* f*-arir. 

For one is all to m*. 

Auld 'lanq fyne . 

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fears? Thefe are the noble hero's lot,Obtain'd inglorious wars: 

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Welcome, my Varo, to my breaft, Thy arms a-bout me twine, And 




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Methinks around us on each bough 

A thoufand Cupids play, 
Whilft through the groves I walk with 

Fach object makes me gay: Cyou, 
Since your return, the fun and moon 

With brigher. beams do fhine, 
Streams murmur foft notes while they 

As they did lang fyne . (run, 

Defpife the court and din of fbte; 

Let that to their fhare fall, 
Who can efteem fuch flavery great, 

While bounded like a ball: 
But funk in lo\e, upon my arms 

Let your brave head recline; 
We'll pleafe ourlelves nith mutual charms, 

Vi v^ did lang f\r,r. 

O'er moor and dale with your gay- friend 

You may purfue the chace, 
And, after a Myth bottle, end 

All cares in my embrace: 
And, in a vacant rainy day, 

You fhall be wholly mine; 
We'll make the hours run imooth away* 

And laugh at lang fy-ne. 

The hero, pleas 'd with the fweet air, 

The figns of gen'rouS love, 
Which had been utter'd by the fair, 

Bow'd to the powrs above; 
Next day, with glad confent and hafte, 

Th' approaeh'd the facred fhrine; 
Where the good prieft th* coupl* bleft, 

And put tr^in out of pin*. 

Leandrr on the Bay 

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Qfj-^' Leander on the- bay Of Hellespont all naked ftood, Impatient of dt 













_ lay, He leaped into the fatal flood: The raging feas,Whom none can 

Then cafting round his eyes, 
Thus of his fate he did complain, 

Ye cruel rocks, and fkies! 
Ye ftormy winds, and angry main, 
What 'tis to mifs 
The lovers blifs, 
Alas! ye do not know; 
Make me your wreck 
As I come back, 
But {pare me as I go . 

Lo! yonder ftands the tower 
Where my beloved Hero lies, 

And this is the appointed hour 
Which fetB to watch her longing eyes. 
To hiB fond fuit 
The gods Were mute; 
The billows anfwer, No; 
Up to the fkies 
The (urges rife, 
But fink the youth as low. 

Meanwhile the wifhing maid, 
Divider! twhd h< r care and love, 

Now does his ftay upbraid; 
Now dread 8 he fhoud the paffagepiwe - 

fate! faid fhe, 
Nor heaven,nor thee, 

Our vows fhall e'er divide. 

I'd leap this wall, 

Cou'd r but fall 
By my Leander's fide. 

At length the rifing fun 
Did to her fight reveal too late, 

That Hero was undone; 
Not by Leander's fault, but fate . 
Said fhe, I'll fhew, 
Tho'we are two, 
Our love's were ever one; 
This proof I'll give, 

1 will not live, 

Nor fhall he die alone . . 

Down from the wall fhe leapt 
Into the raging feas to him, 

Courting each wave Qte met, 
To teach her weary'd arms to fwim; 

The fea-gods wept, 

Nor longer kept 
Her from her lover's fide. 

When join'd at laft, 

She. grafp'd him faft, 
Then figh'd,embrac'd,and dy'd . 

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Ye N\ i»phs,0hl lead me thro the Grove, 
Thro* which your ftreams in filence mourn; 
There with my Johnny let me rove, 
""Till once his fleecy flocks return; 
Young Johnny is my Gentle Swain, 
That Tweedy pipes along the mead, 
So foons the lambkins hear his ftrain, 
With eager fteps they turn in fpeed. 

The Flocks now all in fportive play, 
Gome frifking round the piping- fwain. 
Then fearful of too long delay, 
Run bleating to their Dams again, 
Within the ffefh green Myrtle Grove, 
The feathered choir in rapture fing, 
And fweetly warble foith their love, 
To welcome the returning Spring. 

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TENNYS heart was frank and free, 
I And wooers fhe h'td mony yet, 
Her fang was yeVOf a*T fee, 
■ ■-MTinicnd me to my johnie yet. 


For air and late, hf has fie gate 
To mak a body cheary,l hat 
I wifh to be, before I die, 
His ain kind deary yet. 

Now Jenny s face was fu 1 O 1 grace, 
Her fhape" was fma' and genty-like, 
And few or nane in a' the place 
Had gowd and gear mair plenty yet; 
Tho' war's alarms, and Johnie"s rharms, 
Had gart her aft look eerie, yet 
She fung wi'glee"! hope to "be 
"My- JohnieVain kind T)pary yet: 

"""What tho he s now gaen far awa, 
""Where guns and cannons rattle, yet, 
"Unlefs my Johnie chance to fa"* 
Tn lome uncanny battle, yet 
'Till he return, his breaft will burn 
"Wr love that will confound me yet, 
"'For 1 hope to fee, before 1 die, 
^His Bairns a* dame around me vet. j' 

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When ere he trips the meads along. 
He fweetly Joins the woodlark's fong; 
And when he dances on the green, 
Th rf-'s none fo blithe as Colin feen: 
If he's but b>- I nothing fear, 
For I alont am all his care; 
Then, fpite of all vcy friends can fay, 
He s itol< m\ teiid't heart av\av. 

My Mother chides when ere I roam. 
And feems furpris'd I quit my hoir. , 
But fhe'd not wonder that I rov* •, 
Did fhe but feel how much I low , 
Full well I know the genrous fwain. 
Will never give my bofom pain; 
Then fpite of all my friends cap f ■ 
Hf-s ftole my tender h«a»-t 3*i' . 


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'tis fum _ mer all the >ear. 

When I and Jocky met firft on the flowYy dale, 
Right fweetly he me tret, and love was a' his tale. 

You are the lafs, faid he, that ftaw my heart frae me, 
O eafe me of my pain, and never Chow difdain. 

Well can my Jocky kyth his love and courtefie; 

H<- made my heart fu blyth when he firft fpake to me. 
His fuit I ill deny'd; he kiis'd, and I comply'd: 
Sae Jocky promised me, that he wad faithful be. 

I'm glad when Jocky comes, fad when he gangs away; 
'Tis night when Jocky glooms, but when he fmiles 'tis day. 

When our eves meet I pant, I colour, figh, and faint; 

What lals that wad be kind can better tell her mind. 

Bonny Befsy. 


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_ nefs I'm taen, And langer can _ not live without thee 

Befsy 8 bofotn 8 faft and warm, 

Milk-white fingers ftill employ'd, 
He who talcs her to his arm, 

Of her fweets can ne'er be cloy'd. 
My dear Befsy, when the rofes 

Leave thy cheek, as thou grows aulder, 
virtue, which thy mind difclofes, 

Will keep love from growing caulder. 

Befsy s-tocher is but fcanty* 
Yet her face and foul difcovers 

Thofe enchanting fweets in plenty- 
Maun entice a thoufand lovers . 

Tis npt money*, but a woman 
Of a temper kind and eafy, 

That gives happinefs uncommon; 
Petted things can nought but tea/e y 

Twine weel the Plaiden 

bon _ ny dow, And twine it weel, the plaiden; the 

He prais'd my een fae bonny blue, 

Sae lilly •white my fkin o, 
And (yne he prie'd my bonny mou. 

And fwore it was nae (In o*, 
And twine it weel, my bonny dow, 

And twine it weel the plaiden; 
The laffie loft her filken fnood, 

Iti piling of the bracken. 

But he has left the lafs he loo'd, 

His ain true love forfaken, 
Which gars me fair to greet the fnood, 

I loft amang the bracken. 
And twine it weel, my bonny dow, 

And twine it weel, the plaiden; 
The laffie loft her filken fnood, 

In pu ing of the bracken. 

Faireft of the Fair. 


town; Can filent elens have charms ior thee, the lowly cot, and ruflet 






O Nannie, canYt thou love Co true, 

Thro*' perils keen wi' me to gae? 
Or \*hen thy fwain mifhap (hall rue, 

To lhare with him the pang of wae? 
And when invading pains befal, 

VVilt thou afTurne the Nurfe's care, 
Nor wiOiful thofe gay fcenes rcral, 

VNhere thou waft faireft of the fair? 

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O Nannie, when thou'rt far awa, 

Wilt thou not caft a wifh behind? 
Sav, can ft thou face the flaky fnaw, 

Nor.fhrink before the warping wind/ 
O can that faft and gentleft mien, 

Severeft hardfhips learn to bear, 
Nor lad regret each courtly fcene, 

Where thou waft faireft of the fair? 

And when at laft thy love fhall die, 

Wilt thou receive his parting breath? 
Wilt thou reprefs each frruggling ittgn. 

And chear with fmiles the bed of dwth 
And wilt thou o'er his much lov'd c»;«y, 

Strew flowers, and dirop ihf. tender iea\? 
Nor then regret thofo frcnes fo gay, 

Where thou *aft faireft of th? fr.n ' 


The Blathrie o't. 

Jockie was the laddie that bold the pleugh, 

But now he's got gow'd and gear eneugh; 

He thinks nee mair of me that weirs the plaiden coat; . 

May the fhajne fa* the gear, and the blathrie o't » 

Jenny was the lafeie that Bracked the byre, 
. But now fhe is clad in her filken attire, 

And Jockie %• he loes her, and fwears he*s me forgot; i 
' May the fhame fa' the gear, and the blathrie o*t! 

But all this (hall never danton me, *. 

$ae Iang as I keep my fancy' free: 

For the lad that's fae inconftant, he's not worth a groat; 
May the fhame fa* the gear, and the blathrie o't! 

Lucky Nancy. 


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Nor fnaw with crimfbn will I mix, 
To fpread upon my laffie's cheeks; 
And fyne th* unmeaning name prefix, 

Miranda, Chloe, or Phillis. 
1*11 fetch nae fimile frae Jove, 
My hight of ecftafy- to prove, 
Nor fighing -thus — prefent my love 

With rofes eke and lilies. 
I was ay telling you,&:c. 

But ftay, — t had ama'ft forgot 
My miftrefs, and my fang to boot, 
And that's an unco* faut,I wot; 

But,Nanfy,'tis nae matter. 
Ye fee I clink my verfe wi' rhyme, 
And ken ye, that atones the crime; 
Forby, how Iweet my numbers chyme, 

And Hide away like water. 
I was ay telling you, &c. 

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Now ken, my revirend fonfy fair, 
.Thy runkled cheeks, and lyrat hair, 
Thy half fhut een,and hodling air, 

Are a' my paffions fewel. 
Nae fkyring gowk, my dear,can fee, 
Or love, or grace* Or heaven in thee; 
Yet thou haft charms anew for me; 
Then fmile, and be na cruel. 
Leez me on thy fnawy pow, 
Lucky Nancy, Lucky Nancyi 
Dryeft wood will eitheft low, 
And, Nancy, fae will ye now. 

Troth,I have fung the fang to you, 
Which ne'er anither bard wad do; 
Hear then my charitable vow, 

Dear venerable Nancyi 
But if the warld my pafsion wrang, 
And fay ye only live in fang, 
Ken,I deipife a fland'ring tongue, 

And fing to pleafe my fancy. 
Leez me on thy &c. 


May eve, or Kate of Aberdeen. 




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The Nymphs and Swains, expectant, wait 

In primrofe-chaplets gay, 
Till morn unbars, her golden gate, 

And gives the promised Mav. 
The Nymphs and Swains (hall all declare 

The promis d Mav, when feen* 
Not half fo fragrant, half fo {air, 

As Kate of. Aberdeen. 

fll tune my pipe to playful notes, 
And roufe 3 on nodding grove, 

Till new-wak'd birds diitend their throats, 
And hail the maid .1 love. 

At her approach, the lark miftakes, 
And quits the new-drefs'd green: 

Fond bird! 'tis not the morning breaks; 
'Tis Kate of Aberdeen! 

Nowblithfome oer the dewy mead, 

Where elves difoortive play, 
The feftal dance young fhepherds lead, 

Or fing their love-tun'd lay. 
Till Majt^in morning robe, draws nigh. 

And claims a Virgin Queen; 
The Nvmphs and Swains, exulting, cry , 

Here's Kate of Aberdeen! 

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The warblers are heard in the grove, 

. The hone ,the lark, and the thrufh, 

^The blackbird, and fweet cooing dove, 

With mufic enchant every buQi. 

Come, let us go forth to the mead, 

Let's fee how the primrofes fpring, 
We'll lodge in fome village on Tweed, 
And love, while the feather'd folks Cng. 

How does my love pafs the long day. 1 
Does Mary n >t 'tend a few fheep? 

Do they never carelefsly ftrav , 
While happily fhp lies afleepl 

Tweeds murmurs fhould lull her to reft. 
Kind Nature indulging jny blifs, 

To eafe the foft pains of my breaft, 
I'd fteal an ambrofial kifs. 

'Tis fhe does the virgins excel, 

No beauty with her may compare; 
Love's graces around her do dwell, 

She's faireft, where thoufands arc fair, 
Saj, charmer, where do thy flock ftray. 

Ohi tell me at noon where thev f ed ? 
Is it on the fweet winding Tav? 

Or pleafknter banks of the Twreed .' 


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She from her pillow gently raisd 

Her head to aft, who ihere might be. 
She faw. joung Sandy fhivring Itand, 

With, vifage pale andhollow eye; 
'O Mary dear, cold is w\- clay, 

""It lit'S beneath a (tormy fea; 
Tar, far from thee, I fleep in death; 

^So,Mary, weep no more for me. 

Three ftormj n'ghts and ftormy days 
*We tofs'd upon the raging main: 

""And long «*-e ftrove our Dark to fave, 
But all our driving- was in vain. 


Ev'n then, when horror chill cl my bhmd, 

■*My heart >\as filld with love fi>r th?e: 
'The ftorm is paft, and I at reft: 
'So, Mary, w-eep no more for nie. 

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*Q maiden dear, thyfr If prepare, 

'We foon (hall meet upon that fhore, 
'Where" love is free from doubt and care, 

And thou and 1 fhall part no more! 
Loud crow'd the cock, the fhadow fled, 

No more of Sandy could (he fee; 
But foft the paffin^ (pirit faid, 
**Sweet Marv, weep no more forme! 

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"Here's a brotch, 1 ne'er fhall tin 'd, "Till he's fairly roarricl to me; 


"Sandv h^rds a flock o' fheep, 
"Aften does he blaw the whiftle, 
"fn a ftrain fae faftly fweet, 
"Lani'mi'S liftning dare nae bleat; 
"He's as fleet's the mountain roe, 
"Hardy, as the highland heather, 
"Wading thro' the wi liter fnow, 
"Keeping ay his flock together; 
t '*But a plai'd,wi' bare hmighs, 
"He braves the bleakeft norlinblaft. 

Brawly he can dance and fing 
"Canty glee or highland cronnch; 
Nane can ever match his fling 
At a reel, or round a ring; 
"Wightly can he wield a rung 
**In a brawl he's ay the bangfter: 
"A his praife can ne'er be fung 
By the langeft winded fangfter. 
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Han quick thro'' all my vital frame; 
Oer m\ dim eyes a darknefs hung; 
My ears with hollow murmurs rung: 
In dewj damps my limbs were chill 'd; 
My blood »vith gentle horrors thrilFd; 
My feeble pulfe forgot to play: 
I faint- d, funk, and dv'd awsv! 



O Lovely maid, how dear's thy pow'r. In thee Vvt ir'hfvrM up ray ]w. 
At once I love,at once adore: thou can'ft give btif«,or bhis de'ftro' 

With wonder are my thoughts poffeft, And thus IV bound Tr.\fjlf to fare, 
While fofteft love mfpirts my breaft. While bill's or mifery can move. 

This tender look, theft eyes of mine, 
( nnff fs 'their am'rous mafter thine; 
Thefe eyes withStrephons paflioh play; 
Pirft make me love, and then betray. 

Yes, Charming Victor, T am thine, 
Poor as it is, this heart of mine 
Was never in another's poWr, . , 
Was never pierc'd by love before. 

O fhould I heer poffe.fs thy charms, 
Neer meet my comfort in ny arms. 
Were hopes of dear enjoyment gone, 
Still would 1 love, love thee alone. 
But, like fome discontented fhade, 
That wanders where its body's laid, 
Mournful I'd roam with hollow glare, 
For ever ex i I'd from mv fair. 

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To bind the lovelefs, joylefs vow; And I abfolve thy future care; 

The heart from pleafure to delude, All other bleffings I refign, r 

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Sing, my bonny harmlefs fheep, 
That feed upon the mountains fteep, 
Bleating fweetly as ye go, 
Thro' the winter's froft and fnow; 
Hart, and hynd,and fallow-deer, 
No be ha'f fo ufc-ful are ; 
Frae kin^s to hrm that hads the plow, 
Are all oblig'd to tarry woo. 

How happy is the fhepher'ds life, 
Far frae courts,and free of ftrife, 
While the gimmers bleat and bae, 
And the lambkins anfwer mae: 
No fuch mufic to his ear; 
Of thief or fox he has no fear; 
Sturdy kent, and colly true, 
Well defend the tarry woo. 

Up, ye fhepherds, dance and fkip, 
O'er the hills and valleys trip, 
Sing up the praife of tarry woo: 
Sing the flocks that bear it too: 
Harmlefs creatures, without blame, 

That cVad the back and cram the wame, When a fhepherd fmgs fae well; 
Keep us warm and hea.ty fouj Sines fae well, and pays his due 

I.eef<- me on the tarrj woo. With ho neft heart and tarn, wom 

He. lives content, and envies none 
Not even a monarch on his throne, 
Tho' he the royal fceptre fw;A s. 
Has not fweeter holidays. 
Who'd be a king* can ony tell? 


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v, my love loves me, 

Oh; cruel were his parents, who fent my love to ft a; 
And cruel, cruel, was the Chip that bore my love from me, 
Yet I love his parents, fin^e they're his, although they've rum'd me; 
For I love my love, &c. 

O! fhould it pleafe the pitying pOw'rs to call me to th^ fky, 
I'd claim a guardian angel's charge, around my love to ti v , 
For to guard him from all dangers, how happy fhould I be 1 
For I love my love, &c. 

I'll make a ftrawy garland, I'll make it wondrous fine, , 
With rofes, lillies, daifies, Til mix the eglantine: 
And 1*11 pre fent it to vay love, when he returns from fea. 
For I love my love, &c. 

O if I were a little bird, to build upon his breaft; 
Or if I were a nightingale, to fing my love to reft; 
To ga/e upon his lovely eyes, all my reward fhould be: 
For 1 love my kive, &c. 

O if I Here an eagle, to foar into the fky, 
I'd ga/e around, with piercing tye8 t where I my lo>f n.^ht fpy: 
B :t ahl unhapp\ maiden, that love you nf'er fhall i*e; 
Yet T love mv low, &c. 

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VVKlft ihus fhe fung, lamenting, her love was come on fhore, : 
H< heard fhtj was in Bedlam: then did he afk no more; 
But ftraight he flt«v to find her, while thus replied he: 
I love my love, fee. 

Sir, do not affright me: are you my love, or not' 
Yes, yes, my deareft Molly; I fear a I was forgot. 

But now I'm come to make amends for all your injury, 
And I love my love, fee. 

To the foregoing Tone. 

AS down on Banna's banks I ftray'd,one evening in May, 
The little birds, in blytheft notes, made vocal ev'ry fpray: 
Thty fung their little notes of love; they fung them o'er and o'er. 
Ahl gramachree, mo challeenduge, mo Molly aftore. 

The daify pied, and all the fweets the dawn of nature yields; 
The primrofe pale, the vi'let blue, lay fcatter'd o'er the. fields; 
Such fragrance in the bofom lies, of her whom I adore, 
^h! gramachree, fee. 

1 laid me down upon a bank, bewailing my fad fate 

That doom'd me thus the flave of love, and cruel Molly's hate. 
How can Qxe break the honeft heart, that wears her in it's core? 
Ah! gramachree, fee. 

You faid, you lov'd me, Molly dear; ah! why did T believe? 
Yes, who. could think fuch tender words were meant but to deceive .' 
That love was all I afk'd on earth; nay Heav'n could give no more. 
Ah! gramachree, fee. ■ 

Oh! had I all the flocks that graze on yonder yellow hill, 
Or low'd for me the num'rous herds, that yon green paftures fill, 
With her I love I'd gladly Chare my kine and fleecy ftore, 
Ah: gramachree, fee. 

Two turtle doves, above my head, fat courting on a bough, 
I envy'd them their happinefs,to fee them bill and coo; 
Such fondnefs once for me fhe fhew'd, but now, alas! 'tis o'er. 
Ah! gramachree, fee. 

Then, fare thee well, my Molly dear, thy lofs I ftill fhall moan; 
Whilft life remains m Strephons heart, 'twill beat for thee alone. 
Tho'thou art falfe, may heav'n on thee it's-choiceft blefsings pour! 
Ahl gramachree, fee ., 
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AD I a^beart for falfehood fram'd, I ne'er could injure you; f trues 
L For tho jour tongue no promife claim'd, your charms woucl make me 

To you no foul lhalt bear deceit,no ftranger offer wrong; 

But friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, and lovers, in the young. 


But when they learn, that you have blefs'd Another with your 
They'll bid afpiring paffion rcfi, and ac> a brother's part; 
Tl. n, ia Ij,, dread not their deceit, nor fear to fuffcr wrong; 
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laird he was that fought her, Rich baith in lands and money. 

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He had the art to pleafe ye, 

And was by a' refpected, 
His airs fat round him eafy, 

Genteel,but unaffected; 
'flit collier's bonnv laffie, 

Fur as the new- blown lillie. 
Ay fweet,and never faucy, 

Stcurld the heart of Willi*;. 

H'- / v'd -beyond expreffion 

The charms that were about her, 

And panted for poffeffion, 

His life was dull without her. 

After mature refolving, 

Clofe to his breaft he held her, 
In fafteft flame* diffolvmg, 

Ht tenderly thus telPd her„ 

My bonny collier's daughter, 

Let naething difcompofe ye; 
'Tis no your fcanty tocher , 

Shall ever gar me lofe ye'*» 
For T have gear in p! u+\ , . 

And love fa.vs,'Tia n.y duty, 
To ware what h*a\ n has lent n.e 

Coon your wit and beauty. 


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V\hat ails ye at my dad, quoth he. 

My mmny, or my aunty? 
With crowdy-mowdy, they fed me, 

Lang-kail, and rarity tanty : 
With bannocks of good barley meal. 

Of thae there was right plenty, 
With chapped ftocks fou butter 'd well; 

And was not that right dainty! 

Altho* my father was nae laird, 

*Tis daffin to be vaunty, 
He keep it ay a good kail-yard, 

A ha* houfe, and a pantry: 
A good blue bonnet on his head, 

Afi owrlay bout his cragy, 
And ay until the day he died, 

.He rade on good fhanks nagy. 

How wae and wander on your fnout! 

Wad ye hae bonny Nanfy? 
Wad ye compare ye'rfell to me ? 

A doc ken' till a tanfie i 
1 have a wooer of my am; 

f hey ca* him fouple Sandy} 
Antf well I wat,his bonny mou' 

Is fweet like fugar-candyv 

Wow, Nanfy! what needs a' this Jin? 

Do T not ken this Sandy? 
i*m fare the chief of a* his kin 

Was Rab the beggar randy: 
His minny, Meg,upo' her back, 

Bare baith him and his billy; 
Will ye compare a nafty pack 

lb me your winfome Willy? 

My gutcher left a good braid fword, 

Tho' it be auld and rufty, 
Yet ye may tak it on my word, 

It is baith ftout and trufty; 
And if I can but get it drawn, 

Which will be right uneafy, 
I fhall lay baith my lugs in pawn, 

That he fhall get a heezy. 

Then Nanfy turn'd her round about, 

And faid, did Sandy hear ye, 
Ye wadna mifs to get a clout; 

1 ken he defna fear ye: 
Sae, had ye'r tongue, and fay nae ma*r: 

Set fomewhere elfe your fancy : 
For as lang's Sandys to the fort 

Ye never fhajl get Nanfy. 

Blink o'er the burn, fweet Bettie. 

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fortune, May fly by. chance as they came, Theyre grC 

(V fly by. chance as they came, Theyre grounds the 

Altho' my fancy -mere roving, Ohi were I but Once fo bleffed, 

Thy charms fo heav'nly appear, To grafp my love in my arms! 

That other beauties difproving, By thee to be grafp'd i and killed i 

T'd worfhip thine only, my dear! \nd live on thy heaven of charms! 

^nd fhou'd life's forrows embitter I'd laugh at fortune's caprices, 

The pleafure we promise! our loves, Shou'd fortune capricious prove; 

To fhare them together is .fitter, Tho' death fhou'd tear me to pieces, 

Than moan afunder, like dov«s. I'd die a martyr to love. 

Jermv Settles. 


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Bag and baggage on her back, And a babie in her oxter 



I met ayont the kairnv, 

J'-nny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, 
Singing till h*r bairny, 

Robin Rattles baftard; 
To flee the dool upo' the ftool, 

And ilka ane that mocks her, 
She round about feeksRobm out. 

To ftap it in his oxter. 

F*y, fyl Robin Rattle, 

Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle, 
Fy t fyl Robin Rattle, 

DA J f nnj Ntittles kind!-; , 

Score out the blame, and fhun the fhame, 

Anrl without mair debate o't, 
Tak h.ime \r>i jr Kpalk, make Jenny fain 

Th< hfil and leefome gate o't. 


When abfent from the Nymph. 

Tune O Jean, I love thee. 

: fetters I'm obliged to bear. My captive! fan _ cy t day and 

All day I wander through the groves, 

And fighing hear from ev iy tree 
The happy birds chirping their loves; 

Happy compar'd with lonely- me. 
When gentle fleep with balmy wings, 

To reft fans ev'ry wearied wight, 
A thoufand fears my fancy brings, 

That keep me watching all the night. 

•Sleep flies, while like the Goddefs fair, 
And all the graces in her train, 

With melting funics and killing air, 
Appears the caufe of all my pain . 

A while my mind delighted flies 
O'er all her fweets with thrilling joy, 

Whilft want of worth makes doubts arife. 
That all my trembling hopes deftroy. 

Thus, while my thoughts are fixd on her, 

I'm all o'er tranfport and defire; 
My pulfe beats high, my cheeks appear 

All rofes, and mine eyes all fire. 
When to myfelf I turn my view, 

My veins grow chill, my cheeks look want 
Thus, whilft my fears my pains renew, 

f fcarcely look or move a man. 


Bonny Jean 


No more the Nymph, with haughty air, Riches he looks on with difdain 

Refufes Willys kind addrefs; 
.Her yielding blufhes ihew no care, 
But too much fondoefs to fupprefs, 
No mote the Youth is fullen now, 
But looks the ga> eft on the green, 
VVhilft every day he fpies fome new 
Sorprifing charms in bonny Jean. 

The glorious fields of war look mean; 
The chearful hound and horn give pain; 
If abfent from his bonny Jean . 

The dap he (bends in am'rous gaze, 
Which ev'n in fiimmer, Cbort'ned feems; 
When funk in downs, with glad amaze, 
He wonders at her in his dreams. 
A thoufand tranfports crowd his breaft,All charms difclos'd fhe looks more bright 
He moves as light as fleeting wind, Than Troy's prize, the Spartan Queen; 

His former forrows feem a jeft, With breaking day, he lifts his fight. 

Now when his Jenny is turned kind; And pants to be with bonny J«-r. i . 

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If fhe admire a martial mind, 

I'll (heath my limbs in armour; 
If to the fofter dance inclm'd, 

With gayeft airs I'll charm her: 
If (he love grandeur, day and night, 

I'll plot my nation's glory, 
Find favour in my prince's fight, 

And fhine .in future ffory. 

Beauty can wonders work with eaf< :, 

Where wit is correfponding; 
And braveft men know beft to pleafe 

With complaifance abounding. 
My bonny Maggy s love can turn 

Me to what fhape fhe pleafes; 
If in her breaft that flame (hall burn 

Which in my bofom blazes . 


Pinky -Honfe, 

arms, I hear my Nel_ly fweet_ly talk, And gaze o'er - 

O come, my love! and bring a- new 

That gentle turn of mind ; 
That gracefulnefs of air, in you, 

By nature's hand defign'd; 
Thatlbeauty like the blufhing rofe, 

Firtt lighted up this flame; 
Which|like the fun, for ever glows 

Within my breaft the fame. 

Ye Light Coquets! ye Airy Things! 

How vain is all your art! 
How feldom it a lover brings! 

How rarely keeps a heart! 

O gather from my Nelly's charms, 
That fweet, that graceful eafe; 

That blufhing anodefty that warms; 
That native art to pleafeh 

Come then, my love! O come along, 

And feed me with thy charms; 
Come, fair infpirer'of my long, 

O fill my longing arms! 
A flame like mine can never die, 

While charms, fo bright as thine. 
So heavnly fair, both pleafe the eye. 

And fill the foul divine! 

< 4ear have 1 bought thee, Now I hae gotten my Willie a _ gain 

Thro* the lang muir I have followed my Willie, 
Thro' the lang muir I have followed him hame, 
Whatever betide us, nought (hall divide us, 
Love now rewards all my forrow and pain. 

Here awa' there awa% here awa', Willie; 
Here awa**, there awa% here ,awa\ hame. 
Come,Love, believe me» nothing can grieve me, 
Ilka thing pleafes while Willie's at hame. 

The Blithfome Bridal. 


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there will be good fawt-herring, To relifh a cog of good -ale 



And there will be Saundy the firtor, 

And Will wi' the meikle mou, 
And there will be Tarn the blutter, 

With Andrew the tinkler, I trow; 
And there will be bow'd legged Robie, 

With thumblefs Katie's good man, 
And there will be blew cheeked Dobbie, 

And Lawrie the laird of the land . 

And there will be fow- libber Patie, 

And plucky fac'd Wat i' the mill, 
Capper -nos'd Francie,and Gibbie, 

That wins in the how of the hill; 
And there will be Alafter Sibby, 

Wha in with black Beffie did mool, 
With fnivelling Lilly and Tibby, 

The lafs that ftands aft on the ftool. 

And Madge that was buckled to Steenie, 

And coft him gray breeks to his a — , 
Wha after was hangit for ftealing, 

Great mercy it happened nae warfe; 
And there will be gleed Geordy Janners, 

And Kirfh with the lilly, white -leg, 
W r ha gade to the fouth for manners, 

And plaid the fool in Mons-meg. 

And there will be Judan Maclawrie, 

And blinkin daft Barbara Macleg, 
Wi' flea -lugged fharny fac'd Lawrie, 

And fhangy mouol halucket Meg; 
And there will be happer a _ Nancie, 

And fairy-fac'd name, 
Muck Mad ie, and fat-hippit Grrfy, 

The laf& wi' the gowden wame. 

And there will be Girn-again Gibby, 

With his glakit wife Jeany Bell, 
And mifled-fliinny Mungo Macapie, 

The lad that was fkipper himfel. 
There lads and laffes in pearlings, 

Will feaft in the heart of the ha\ 
On fybows and rifarts and carlings, 

That are baith fodden and raw. 

And there will be fadges and brachan, 

With fouth of good gabbocks of fkate, 
Powfbwdie, and drammock and crowdie. 

And caller nowt-feet in a plate; 
And there will be partans and buckies, 

And whitens and fpeldings enew, 
With fingit fheep-heads and a haggles. 

And fcadlips to fup till you fpew. 

And there will be lappercl milk kebbuck."- 

And fowens,and farles, and baps, - 
With fwats and well fcraped paunches , 

And brandy in ftoups and in caps; 
And there will be meal-kail and porrage, 

With fkink to fup till ye rive, 
And roalts to roafton a brander, 

Of flewks that were" taken alive; 

Scrapt haddocks,wilks,dulfe. and tangle. 

And a mill of good fnifhtngto prie, 
When weary with eating and drinking, 

We'll rife up and dance till we die; 
Then fye let us a* to the bridal, 

For there will be lilting there, 
For Jock'll be married to Maggie, 

The lafs with the gowden hair. 


Sae Merry as we twa hae been 

When eer my dear fhepherd was there, The birds did me-lodioufly fing, And 

Our flocks feeding clofe by his fide, 

He gently preffmg my hand, 
I view'd the wide world in its pride, 

And laughed at the pomp of command! 
My dear, he wou'd oft to me fay, 

' Phat makes you hard hearted to me? 
\2rnl vvhy do you thus turn away, 

From him who is dying for thee? 
Sae merry, &c. 

But now he is far from my fight, 

Perhaps a deceiver may prove, 
Which makes me lament day and night* ' 

That ever I granted my love . 
At eve, when the reft of the folk 

Are merrily feated to fpin, 
I fet myfelf under an oak, 

And heavily fighed for him . 
Sae merry, &c. 

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When wand ring o'er the flow'ry park, 

No nat'ral beauty wanting, 
How lightfbme ist to hear the lark, 

And birds in concert chanting! 
But if my Chrifty tunes her voice, 

I m npt in admiration; 
My thoughts with ecftafies rejoice, 

And drap the ha ill creation. 

Whene er fhe {miles a kindly glance, 

I take the happy omen, 
And aften mint to make advance, 

Hoping fhe' 11 prove a woman: 
But, dubious of my ain defert, 

My fentiments I fmother; 
With fecret fighs I vex my heart, 

For fear (he love another. 

Thus fang blate Edie by a burn, 

His Chrifty did o'erhear him; 
She doughtna let her lover mourn, 

But e'er he wift drew near him. 
She (pake her favour with a look, 

Which left nae room to doubt her; 
He wifely this white minute took, 

And flang his arms about her. 

My Chrifty! — wirnefs, bonny ftream, 

Sic joys frae tears arifing, 
I wifh this mayha be a dream j 

Okaethe maift {iirprifingl 
Time was too precious now for tauk; 

This point of a' his wifhes 
He wadna with fet fneeches bauk. 

But warll it a' on kifles. 


Jocky faid to Jeany. 

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I hae gowd and gear, and I hae land enough, 
I hae feven good owfen ganging in a pleugh, 
Ganging in a pleugh, and linking o'er the lee; 
And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be. 

I hae a good ha houfe, a barn, and a byre, 
A ftack afore the door; I'll make a rantin fire, 
I'll make a rantin fire, and merry fliall we be; 
And gin ye winna tak me» I can let ye be. 

Jeany faid to Jocky, Gin ye winna tell, 
Ye fhall be the lad, I'll be the lafe up-fell. 
Ye* re a bonny lad, and I'm a laffie free, 
Ye're welcomer to tak me than to let me be. 

O'er the hills, and far away. 

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Now Jocky was a bonny lad 
As e'er was born in Scotland fair; 
But now poor mani he's e'en gane wood, 
Since Jenny has gart him defpair. 
Young Jocky was a piper's fon, 
And fell in love when he was young; 
But a' the fprings that he could play, 
Was o'er the hi lis, and far away. 

And it's o'er the hills, &c. 

He fung -When firft my Jenny's face 
I faw, Die feem'd fae fu' of grace, 
With meikle joy my heart was filTd, 
That's now, alasi with forrow killo*. 
Ohi was £he but as true as fair, 
'Twad put an end to my defpair; 
Inftead of that fhe is unkind, 
And wavers like the winter wind . 

And it's o'er the hills, &c. 

Ah. cou'd fhe find the difmal wae, 
That for her fake I undergae, 
She cou'd nae chufe but grant relief, 
And put an end to a' mv grief. 

But ohi fhe is as faufe as fair, 
Which caufes a' my fighs and care; 
But fhe triumphs in proud difdain, 
And takes a pleafure in my' pain. 
And it's o'er the hills, «c. 

Hard was my hap, to fa' in love 
With ane that does fae faithlefe prove; . 
Hard was my'fate to court a maid; 
That has my conftant heart betray 'd. 
A thoufand times to me fhe (wore, 
She wad be true for evermore. 
But, to my grief, alake, I fay, 
She ftaw my heart and ran away. 

And it's o'er the hills, &c . . 

Since that fhe will nae pity take, 
I maun gae wander for her fake, 
And, in ilk wood and gloomy grove, 
UIJL fighingTing, Adieu to love; 
Since fhe is faufe whom I' adore, 
I'll never truft a woman more; 
Frae a' their charms -I'll flee away, 
And on my pipe I'll fweetty play 

O'er hills, and dales,.and far away, fee • 

<*J plmn»ril in fome lonely cave refide, and ever mourn my faithful fv\am. 

Bulk ye, Bufk ye. 


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To weftlin bree/es Flora yields, 

And when the beams are kindly warming-, 
Bljthnefs appears o'er all the fields, 

And Nature looks more frefh. te charming, 
Learn frac. the burns that trace the mead, 

Tho* on their banks the rofes bloffom, 
Vtt haftily they flow to Tweed, 

And pour their fweetnefs in his bofom . 

Hafte ye, hafte ye, my bonny Bell, 
Hafte to my arms, and there Til guard 

Wi'free confent my fears repel; fthfe; 

, I'll wi* my love and care reward" thee. 

Thus fang I faftly to my fair, 

Who rais^l my hopes with kind rel^ntin^; 

O queen of (miles, I afk nae u.air, 

Since nowr my bonny Bell's confent;n^. 


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See, the opning blufh of rofes 
\11 their fecret charms difclofes; 
•Sweet's the time, ah! (hen's the meafure; 
O their fleeting hafty pi' afure! 
Quir klv we muft fnatch the favour 
Of fh*ir fof* and fragrant flavour; 
They bloom to day, and fade to-morrow, 
Droop their heads, and die in farrow. 

Time, my Befs, will leave no traces 
Of tbofe beauties, of thof giaces; 
Youth and love forbid our ftaying; 
Love and youth abhor de laving; 
Deareft maid, nay, do not fly me; 
Let your pride no more dery me; 
Never doubt your faithful Willie: 
There's my thumb, I'll ne'er beguile thee. 

Gilder oy. 


Your charms in harmlefs childhood lay, 

As metals in the mine; 
Age from no face takes more away, 

Than youth concealed in thine: 
But as your charms infenfibly 

To their perfection prefs'd; 
So love as unperceiva 1 did fly, 

And center'd in my breaft. 

My paffion with your beauty grew, 

While Cupid at my heart, 
Still,a8 his mother favoured you, 

Threw a new flaming dart. 
Each gloried in their wanton part; 

To make a lover, he 
Employd the utmoft of his art; • 

To make a beauty, fhe . 


John Hay's Bonny Laffie 

She's frefh as tlie fpring, and fwcet as Aurora, 
When birds mount and fir.g, bidding day a goodmorrow: 
The (wart of the mead, enamell'd with daifies, 
Look wither'd and dead, whentwinn'd of her graces. 

But if (he appear where verdures invite her, 
The fountains run clear, and flowrs fmell the fweeter: 
*Tis heaven to be by when her wit is a flowing; 
Her fmiles and bright e\ e fet my fpirits a glowing. 

The mair that I ga/e, the deeper I'm wounded; 
Struck dumb with ama7<:, my mind is confounded: 
I'm all in a fire, dear maid, to carefs ve; 
For a* my defire is John Hay's bonry laffie. 

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My ftjape, fhe fays, was handfome, 
My face was fair and clean, 
. But now Im bonny brucket, 
And blue beneath the een, 
'My eyes were bright and fparkling, 
.Before that they turn'd blue; 
. But now they're dull with weeping, 
And a', M^* Love, for you. 

My perfon it was comely, 

My fhape they faid was neat; 
out now T am quite changed, 
"My Stays they winna' meet. 
*A' night I fleeped fotmdly, 
My mind was never fad; 
cut now my reft is broken, 
**Wi' thinking o' my lad . 

"O could T live in darknefs, 

"Or hide me in .the fea, 
"Since my love is unfaithful, 
rt And has forfaken xne! 
«o other love I fufferel 
"Within my breaft to dwell; 
In nought I have offended 
Butloving him too well. 

Her lover heard her mourning, 

As by he chane'd to pafs; 
And prefs'd unto his bofom 

The lovely brucket lafs. 
My dear, he {aid,**ceafe grieving; 
"Since that your lovtV fo true, 
My bonny, brucket lafsie, - 
"ril faithful pruve to ftoff 

The Broom of Cowdenknows 


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I neither wanted ewe nor lamb, 
While his flock near me lay; 
He gathered in my Cheep at night, . 
And chear'd me a* the day. 
O the broom, &c. 

He tun 'd hit pipe and reed fae fweet, 

The birds ftood lift'ning by; 
Evn the dull cattle ftood and ga/.'d, 
Channel wi' his melody. 
O the broom,&c. 

While thus we [pent Our time, by turns 
Betwixt our flocks and play, 

I envy a 1 not the faireft dame, 
Tho' ne'er fo rich and gay. 
O the broom, &c . 

Hard fate! that I fhou'd banifh a" be, 

Gang heavily and mourn, 
Becaute I lov'd the kindeft fwain 

That ever yet wai born! 
O the broom,&c. 

He did oblige me ev*ry hour; 

Cou'd I but feithfu be : 
He flaw my heart; cou'd I refufe 

Whate'er he aflc'd of me.' 
O the broom,&c . 

My doggie, and my little kit, 
That held'my wee foup whey. 

My plaidy, broach, and crooked ftick, 
May now ly ufelefs by. 
O the broom,&c. 

Adieu, ye Cowdenknows, adieu, 
- Farewel a* pleafures there; 
Ye god8,reftore me to my fwain. 
Is a* I crave, or care. 
O the broom ,&c. 

To the foregoing Tone. 


WHEN fuinmer comes, the fwains on 
Sing their fuccfsful loves, (Tweed 
Around the ewes and lambkins feed, 
And mufic fills the groves. 

But my lov'd fong is then the broom 
So lair on Cowdenknows ; 

For Cure fo fweet, fo foft a bloom 
Elfewhere there never grows. 

There Colin tun'd his oaten reed, 
And won my yielding heart; 

No fhepherd e'er that dwelt on Tweed 
Cou'd play with half fuch art. 

He fung of Tay, of Forth, and Clyde, 
The Kills and dales all round, 

Of Leader haughs and Leader fid* , 
Oh! how I blefs'd the found. 

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Yet more delightful is tha broom 

So fair on Cowdenknows; - 
For fure,fo frefh, fo bright a bloom, 

Elfewhere there never grows. 

Not Tiviot braes,fo green and gay, 
May with this broom compare, 

Not Yarrow banks in flow'ry May, 
Nor the bufh aboon Traquair. 

More pleafing far are Cowdenknows, . 

My peaceful happy home, I was wont to milk my ewes, 

At ev'n among the broom . 

Ye powers that haunt the woods and plains 

Where Tweed with Tiviot flows, 
Convey me to the beft of fwains, 
- And my lov'd Cowdenknows. 

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Wake Ofsian,laft of Fingals line, 
And mix thy tears and fighs with mine; 
Awake the harp to doleful lays, 
And footh my foul with Ofcars praife; 

The fhell is ceas*d" in Ofcars hall, 
Sine* gloomy Kerbar wrought his fall; 
Th» Roe on Morven lightly bounds, 
Nor hears the cry of Ofcars hounds. 

Her Abfence will not alter rue 

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arms,Though parted by the deeps of fea, Her abfence (hall not alter me 

A fairer face, a fweeter fmile, 
Inconftant lovers may beguile, 
But to my lafs I'll conftant be, 
Nor fhall her abfence alter me. 
Though laid on India's burning coaft, 
Or on the wide Atlantic toft, 
My mind from Love no PowV could free, 
Nor could her abfetice alter me. 

See how the flowr that courts the fun, 
Purfufis him till hia race is run! 
Sec how the needle feeks the Pole, 
Nordiftance can -its powV controuli 
Shall lifclcfs flow'rs the fun purfue, 
The needle toTthe Pole prove true ; 
like them fhall I not faithfurbtr, 
Or fhall her abfence alter me? - 

Afk, who has feen the turtle dove 
Unfaithful to its marrow prove ? 
Or who the bleating ewe has feen 
Defert her lambkin on the green? 
Shall beafts and birds, inferior far 
To us, difplay their love and care? 
Shall they in Union fweet agree, 
And fhall her abfence alter me? 

For Conq'ring Love is ftrong as Death, 
Like veh'ment flames his pow rful breath, 
Thro floods unmovel his courfe he keeps, 
Ev'n thro' the Sea's devouring deeps. 
His veh ment flames my bofbm burn, . 
Unchangd they blaze till thy return; 
My faithful Jefsy then fhall fee, 
Her abfence has not alter'd me. 

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For foon the winter of the year, 
And age, life's, winter, will appear; 
At this, thy living bloom will fade, 
As that,will ftrip the verdant fhade,' 
Our tafte of pleafure then is o'er, 
The feather'd fongfters are no more; 
And when they droop, and we decay, 
Adieu the birks of .Invermay. 

Behold the hills and vales around, , 
With lowing herds and flocks abound; 
The wanton kids, and frifking lambs, 
.Gambol and dance about their dams; 

The bufj- bees w lb humming noife, 
And all the reptile kind rejoice: 
Let us, like them, then fing and play 
About the birks of Invermay. 

Hark, how the waters, as they fall, 
Loudly my love to gladnefs call; 
The wanton waves fport in the beams, 
And fifhes play throughout the ftreams, 
The circling fun does now advance, 
And all the planets round him dance: 
Let us. as jovial be as they, 
Among the birks of Invermay. 


Mary Scot. 


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flame fouls e _ qual burn; But . words are wanting to difcover t The 

markd to marrow Mary Scot, "the flow r of Yarrow? 

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Ah. noi her form's too heavnly fair, 
Her love the gods above muft fhare; 
While mortals with defpair explore her, 
And at a diftance due adore her. 
O lovely maidl my doubts beguile, 
Revive and blefs me. with a fmile: 
Alas! if not, you'll foon debar a 
Sighing fvvain the banks of Yarrow. 

Be hufh, ye fears, Til not- defpair, 
My Mary's tender as fheVfair; 
Then I'll go tell her all mine anguifh. 
She is too good to let me languifh: 
With fuccefs crownd, I'll not envy 
The folks who dwell above the fky; . 
When Mary Scot's become my marrow, 
We'll make a pardife of Yarrow. 

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heart did move, To fbeak her mind thus free, Gantr- dov 

heart did move, To fpeak her mind thus free, Gang- down the 

Now Davie did each lad furpafs, 

That dwelt on von burn fide. 
And Mary was the bbnnieft lafs, 

Juft meet to be a bride; 
Her cheeks were rofy, red and white, 

Her een were bonny blue; 
Her looks were like Aurora bright, 

Her lips like dropping dew. 

As down the burn they took their way, 
What tender tales they faid! 

His cheek to hers he aft did lay, 
And with her bofom play'd; 

Till baith at length impatient grown 

To be mair fully bleft, 
In yonder vale they lean'd them down; 

Love only faw the reft. 

What pafs'd, Iguefs was harmlefs play, 
And'naithing fure unmeet; 

For ganging name, I heard them fay, 
"They lik'd a wa'k fae fweet: 

And that they aften fhou'd return, 
Sic pleafure to renew, » , 

Quoth Mary, Love, I like the "burn, 
And ay fhall follow you. 


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ver_nal fweets, Where ev_ ry ftrilirg Beau _ ty meets; Where Mary's 

cliarms a_dorn the plain, And chear the heart of ev_ * ry- fwain. 

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Oft in the thick embow'ring groves, 

Where birds their mufic chirp aloud, 
Alternately we fung our loves* 

And Fortha's fair meanders view'd. 
The meadows wore a gen'ral fmile, 
Love was our banquet all the while; 
The lovely profpect channel the eye, 
To where the ocean met the fky. 

Once on the graffy bank reclin'd, 

Where Forth ran by in murmurs deep, 

It was my happy chance to find 
The charming Mary lull'd afleep; 

My heart then leap'd with inward blifs, 
I fpftlyftoopd,and ftole a kifs; 
She wak'd,fhe blufh*d,and gently blanTd, 
Why, Damon! are you not afham'd? 

Ye fylvan powers, ye rural gods, 

To whom we fwains our cares impart, 
Reftore me to thefe bleft abodes, 

And eafe, oh! eafe my love-fick heart: 
Thefe happy days again reftore, 
When Mary and I fhall part no more, 
When fhe fhall fill thefe longirtg arms, 
And crown my blifs with all her charms. 

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Its now ten at night, and the ftars gie nae light, 

And the bells they ring,ding dong; 
He's met wi' lome delay, that caufeth him to fray, 

But he will be here ere long. 

The furly auld carl did naething but fnarl, 

And Johny's face it grew red; 
Yet tho' he often figh'd, he ne'er a word reply'd, 

Till all were afleep in bed . 

Up Johny rofe, and to the door he goes, 

And gently tirled the pin; 
The bffie taking tent, unto the door fhe went, 

And fhe open'd, and let him in. 

And are you come at laft, and do I hold ye fait, 
^nd is my Johny true! ' 

I have nae time to tell, but fae lang's I like myfell, 
Sae lang fhall T love you. 

Flee up, flee up, my bonny gray cock, 

And craw when it is day; 
Your neck fhall be like the bonny beaten gold, 

And your wings of the filver grey. 

The cock provcl falfe, and untrue he was, 

For he crew an hour o'er foon; 
The laffie thought it day, when fhe fent her love away, 

And it was but a blink of the moon . 


Green grows the Rallies. 

The words bv MF R . Burns. 

The warly race may riches chafe, For you fae doufe! ye fneer at this, 
An' riches {till may fly them, O; Ye'er nought but f( nfdkfs afles,0: 

An'tho* at laft they catch them faft, Thr wifeft Man the warl' faw, 
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy thim,0. Ifr dearly lovU the laffes, O. 
Green grow, &c. Green grow, &cj 

But gie me a canny hour at c en, 
My arms about roy Dearie, O} 

An' warly cares, an* warly men» 
May a' ga* tapfalteerie, O! 
Green grow, &c . 

Auld Nature fwears, the lovely Dears 
Her noblcft work fhe claffcs.O: 

Her prentice han* (he try'd op man, 
An' then fhe made the laffts t O. 
Gret n grow, &c . 

Loch Eroch Side. 


How kind her looks, how bleft was I, 

While in my arms I prefs'd herl 
.AncTfhe her wifhes fcarce conceald, 

As fondly I car'-fs'd her. 
She faid, If that your heart be true, 

If conftantlp you'll love me, 
I heed not cares, nor fortunes frown*; 

Nor ought but death fhall move me. 

' But faithful, loving, true and kind, 

Forever you fhall find me; 
And of our meeting here fo fweet, 

Loch Eroch Side will mind me. 
Enraptur'd then,"My Lovely Lafs! 

I cry'd, no more we'll tarry 
W<*11 leave the fair Loch Eroch Side; 

For Lovers foon fhould marry** 

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To the foregoing Tane. 

YOUNG Peggy blooms our bonieft lafs, Were Fortune lovely Peggy's foe, 
Hi r blufh is like the morr ing, 

The rofy dawn, the (bringing grafs, 
With early gems adorn fr.g; 

H<r eyes outfhtne the radiant beams 
That gild the palling fhower, 

And glitter o'er the chrvftal ftreams, 
And chear each frefhVing flower. 

Such fweetriefs would relent her, 
As blooming fpring unbends the brow 

Of furly, favage winter. 
Detractions eye no aim can gain 

Her winning powVs to lefsen; 
And fretful envy grins in vain, 

The poifon'd tooth to faftcn. 

Hrr lips mpre than the cherries bright, Ye Pow'rs of Honor, Love and Truth. 
rac'd them, From evVy ill defend her; 

A richer die has grac 
They charm ttf admiring gamer's fight 

And fweetly tempt to tafte them: 
Her fmile is as the ev'ning mild, 

When feathered pairs are courting, 
And little lambkins wanton wild, 

In playful bands di/porting. 

infpin the highly favor'd Youth 

The diftinies' inte.nd her; 
Si ill fan the fweet. connubial flame 

JVfponfive in each bofom; 
And blc-fs the dear, parental name 

With many a filial blofsom.- 


The Bonnv grey- eye! morn 

Sung b\_.Sir William. 

The bon_ny grey-ey'd morning be _ gins to peep, And 

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While flufter'd with wine, or madden'd with lofs 

Of half an eftate, the prey of a main, 
The drunkard and gamefter tumble and.tofs, 

Wifhing for calmnefs and-Qumber in vain. 
Be my portion health, and quietnefs of mind* 

Plac'd at due diftance from parties and ftate, 
Where neither ambition, nor avarice blind, 

Reach him who has happinefs link'd to his fate. 

The Bafh aboon Traqaair. 


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That day (he fmild, and made me giac, 

No maid feem'd ever kinder; 
T thought myfelf the luckieft lad. 

So fweetlv - there to find her. 
I try 'd to (both my am'rous flame, 

In words that I thought tender. 
If more there pafs'd, I'm not to blame, 

I meant not to offend her. 

Yet now fhe fcornful flees the plain. 

The fields we then frequented; 
If e'er we meet, fhe fhews difdain, 

Shu look' an ite'eY acquainted. 

The bonny bufh bloom d fair in may, 
Its fweets Fll ay remember; 

But now her frowns make it decay; 
ft fades as in december. 

Ye rural pow'rs, who hear my {trains, 

Why thus fhould Peggy grieve me? 
Ohi make her partner in my pains; 

Then let her fm ilea relieve me. 
If not, my love will turn defpair, 

My paffion no more tender; 
I'll leave the bufh aboon Traquair, 

To lonely wilds I'll wander. 

I faid, my .laffie, will ye go 

To the highland hills the earfe to learn? 
I'll baith gi'e thee a cow and ew, 

When ye come to the brig of earn. 
At Leith, auld meal comes in, ne'er fafh, 

And herrings at the Broomy-Law; 
Ghear up your heart, my bonny lafs, 

There's gear to win we never faw. 

All day when we have wrought enough, 
When winter frofts'^and fnaw begin, 

Soon as the fun gaes weft the loch, 
At night when you fit down to fpin, 

Fll fcrew my pipes, and play a fpring: 
And thus the weary night will end, 

Till the tender kid and lambkin bring ' 
Our pleafant rummer back again. 

Syne when the trees are in their bloom, 

And gowans glent o'er ilka field, 
I'll meet my lafs among the broom, . 

And lead you to my fummer fhield. 
Then far frae a' their fcomfu' din, 

That make the kindly hearts their fport, 
Well laugh and kifs,and dance and fing, 

And gar the langeft day feem fhort. 

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If fate fhall tear thee from my breaft, 

How fhall I lonely ftrayi 
Tn dreary dreams the night Pll wafte, 

In fighs, the filent day. 
I ne'er can fo much virtue find, 

Nor fuch perfection fee: 
Then I'll renounce all woman kind, 

My Peggy, after thee . 

No new-blown beauty fires my heart 

With Cupid's raving rage; 
But thine, which can fiich fweets impart, 

Muft all the world engage. 

'Twas this that like the morning-fun, 

Gave joy and life to me; 
And when it's deftin'd day is done, 

With Peggy let me die. 

Ye powers that fmile on virtuous love, 

And in fuch pleafure fhare; 
You who it's faithful flames approve. 

With pity view the fair: 
Reftore my Peggy's wonted charms, 

Thofe charms fo dear to mei 
OhI never rob them from thefe arms: 

Vm loft, if Peggy die . .. 


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But fhe, with accents all divine, 

Did my fond fuit reprove; 
And while fhe chid my rafh defign, 

She but inflam'd my love. 
Her beauty* oft had pleas'd before, 

While her bright eyes did roll. 
But virtue only had the pow'r 

To charm my very foul. 

Then who wou'd cruelly deceive, 

Or from fuch beauty* parti 
I lov'd her fo, I could not leave 

The charmer of my heart. ,, 

My eager fondnefs I obey'd, 
jRefolv'd fhe fhould be mine. 

Till Hymen to my arms convey 'd 
My treafure fo divine. 

Now happy in my Nellys love, 

Tranfporting is my joy, 
No greater bleffing can I prove; 

So blefs'd a man am I. 
For beauty may a while retain 

The conquer cl fluttring heart. 
But virtue only is the chain 

Holds, never to depart. 

Sweet Army frae the fea -Beach came. 

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Far aft to diltant realms he gangs; yet III prove trie, as he has been, And 

I met our wealthy laird yeffi-ecn, 
WT gou'd in - h »nd he tempted me, 

He, prais'd my V>-^w, ray rolling een, 
And made a brag of what* he'd gee: 

What tho' my jocky's f'tr away, 

Toft up and down the dtnfome main, 

I'll keep my heart anither day, 

* Since Joe ky may return again . 

Nae mair, falfe Jamie, Cng nae mair, 

And fairly caft ynur pipe away; 
My Jocky wad be troubled (gir, 

To fee his friend his Love betray: 
For a y our fongs and verfe are vain, 

While Jocky's notes do feithful flow; 
My heart to him fhali true remain, 

I'll keep it for my conftant Jo. 

Bla' iaft,ye gales, round Jocky's head, 

And gar your waves be calm and (till; 
His iiameward (ail with breezes {peed. 

And dinna a' my pleaiure {pill; 
What tito' my Jocky's fer away, 

Y<t he will bra' in filler flune; 
PJ1 k< < p ay heart anither day, 

Since Joi ky may again be mine. 


Go' to the Ew- Bughts, Marion. 

G Marions a bonny lafs, 

Ard the blyth blinks in her eye; 
And fain wad I marry Marion, 

Gin Marion wad marry me. 

There ■ gowd in your garters, Marion, 
And (ilk on your white haufs-bane; 

Fu* fain wad I marry my Marion, 
At ev'n when I come hamei 

There's braw lads in Eamflaw, Marion, 
Wha gape, and glowr with their eye, 

At kirk, when thy fee my Marion; 
But nane of them loes like me. 

T*ve nine milk ews. my Marion, 

A cow and a brawny <|uey« ' 

Hi gi e them a* to my Marion 
Juft on her brida) day; 

And ye\ get a green fey .Apron, 

And waiftcoat of the London brown,, 

And vow but ye will be vapring. 
Whene'er ye gang to the town J 

I'm young and (tout, my Marion; 

Nane dances like me on the green; 
And gin ye forfake me, Marion, 

nil e'en gae draw up wi' Jean: 

Sae put on your pearlins. Marion, 
And kyrtle of tfv> cramafie; 

And foon as my chin has nae hair on, 
I fhall come wHt and fee \e. 

Lewis Gordon. 


Oh. to fee his tartan- trews, 
Bonnet blue, and laigh-heelH Jioes, 
Philabeg aboon his knee: 
That's the Lad that V\l gang wi! 
Oh honi &c. 

The Princely youth that I do mean, 
Is fitted for to be a King: 
On his breaft he wears a ftar: , 
You'd tak him for the god of war. 
Oh honi &c. 

Oh, to fee this Princely One, 
Seated on a royal throne I 
Difaiters a' woii'd difappear; 
Then begins- the Jub lee Year. 
Oh honi 4tc. 


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I'm not very auld;ytt well I like to meet her, at the wawking of the fauld. 

My Peggy fmil< s fae kindly, 

Whene'er I whifper love, 

That I look down on a' the town, 

That I look down upon a crown; 

My Peggy (miles fae kindly, 

It makes me blyth and bauld; 
And naithing gies me fie delight, 
As wawking of the fauld. 

My Peggy fings fae faftly, 
When on my pipe 1 play, 
By a' the reft it is confeft, 
By a' the reft, that fhe fingp beft: 
My Peggy fings fae faftly, 

And in her fangs are tauld, 
With innocence, the wale of fenfe, 
At wawking of tne fauld. 

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How Joyfully my fpirit.o rile . 
When dancing fhe moirs finely-O 
I guefs what heavn is by hrr rj< s, 
Which fparkle fo divine J>_0. 
Attend my vow, ye gods, w.hil. I 
Breathe in the bleft Brit&n . ., 
None's happirufs I (Hall Jnvy, 
As long's ye. [(rant mr Nann\_0. 

My bonriy, bonny. N'anm -O. 
My lovely charming Nanny- (>i 
I care not tho* 'he world kno* 
How drarlv I lc\r Nanny-O. 

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Even at the dead time of the ni^ht,Atc 

They broke my Bo* r, and flew my Knight, Ac 

V\ r ith ae lock of" his jet black hair, Ac. 

I'll t\f rry hi art for ever nia;r;Ac> 

Nae fly ton trued youth,or flattering fwain,Ac. 

-Shall e'< r untvc this knott again: &c. 

Thini ftill,dear youth. that heart fhall he,teo. 

Vor pant lor aught favc heaven and the. Ac. 

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My aunty- Kate fits at her wheel, 
And fair^he ligfitlieCjrne; 

But weel ken I, it's a'emy; 
For ne'er a jo has flie . 
But let them fay, &c. 

My coufin Kate was fair beguile! 

Wi' Johnnie in the glen; 
And aye finre-fyne, fhe cries, Beware 

Of falfe deluding m< n. 
But kt them.fav, &c. 

Glee'd Sandy, he came waft are night. 

And fpeerd when I faw Peat.' 
And ave fince-f nc the neighbours round 

They jeer me air and late . 
But let them fay, or let them -do, 

It's a' ane to me; 
For I'llgae to the bunr.y lad 

That's waiting on me; 
Waiting on me, mv lov« , 

He's waiting on me J 
For he's low down, -he's in the broom. 

That's waiting on me. 

I'll never leave thee 

One day I heard Mary fay, How fhall \ leave thee] 

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Say, love I;,- Adonis, fay, 

Has Vtkn d«-ct iv'd the- ." 
Did eVr h< r young ■•■ *rr betray 

X< tv lfA< to ^ri\ \< tJV ■ . 
My conitant mind R r Vr fnall ftray, 

Thou may believe irA ; 
I'll lov< tine, lad, night nrJ day. 

And never leave thee . 

Adonis, my charming youth* 

What can relieve thee.' 
Can Man- thy anguifh foothe? 

This breaft fhall receive th< e . 

My paffion can ne'er decay, 

Xever deceive thee; 
Delight fhall drive pain away, 

Pleafure revive thee. 

But leave- thee, have thee, lad, 

How fhall r leave thee I 
Oi that thought makes DM fad; 

I'll neyet leayi the « . 
Where would ir.v Adonis fK '.' 

Whv does he gri've me. 
Alasijrv poor h< -irt v*ill die, 

If I fhould leave thee. 

Hues of fvtilenden 

How happy, hi trvd, my moments once flew, 
Eie ChlocTs bright (harms fir ft flafli'd in my view! 
Thof- e\e£ fh"n with phafure the dawn could furvey, 
Nor Cmil'd the fail Morning more ch^arful than thn,- 
Now f enes of diftrefs pleafe onlv my fight. 
Im torturll in pleafiiie, and iangu'0- in light. 

Tfiro' changes in rain relief I purfue, 
All, all but ronfpire my griefs to renew; 
From funfhine to zephyrs and (hades we repair, 
To funlhine we fly from too piercing an air; 
But love's ardent f-ver burns always the fame, 
No winter can cool it, no flimmer inflame. 

But fee the pale moon all clouded retires, 
Th^ bn"v.i- grow cool; defires: 
I fl\ from «'e cL ig r-8 of tempeft and wind, 
Vt nouriffa the madnefs that preys on my mind! 
Ah v\r~tch. Hovs can life be worthy thy fare? 
To Ifn^tr.-n its mon-cnts, but l"ngtrieris d< (pair. 

Corn -Ri(jg>s . 


My Patie is a lo _ yet gay, His mind is n<vrr mudch. His 






bnath is (Weetcr than new hav, His face is fair and rud . dv. 


His fbape is handfome middle fi7e,Hes ftatcly in Ins waking. The 
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T.aft night I met him on the bawk, Let maidens of a filly mind 

Where yellow corn was growing, Refufe what maift they're, wanting; 

There raony a kindly word he fpake, Since we for yielding are defign'd, 
That fet my heart a glowing. - We chaftelv fhould b< granting; 

He kifs'd.and vowo* he wad be mine, Then I'll comply, and marry Pate, 
And loo'd me btft of ony; And f>~ne my cokernony, 

That gars me like to fing finfyne, He's free to tou/le,air or late, 
"O corn-riggs art bonny!' Where corn-riggs are bonny. 


My Apron, Dearie. 


My fheep I've forfaken,and left my fheep hook, And 




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Through. regions remote, in vain do I rove, 
And bid the wide ocean fecure me from love; 
O fool, to imagine that ought can fubdu< 
A love fo well founded, a palfion fo true! 
O what had my youth with ambition to doi 
Why left I Amyntai why broke I my vow! 
O give me my fhe<p, and my fheep hook reftore, 
I'll wander from love and Amynta no more. 

Alas! 'tis too late at thy fate +o spinel 

Poor fhepherdi Amynta no more can be thine; 

Thy tears are all fruitlefs, thy wifhes are vain; 

The moments neghctrj return not again. 
what had riiy youth with ambition to doi 
Why •left I Amyntai why broke I my vow! 
O t'V' mr my fKripp, ;<nd my fhecp hook reftore, 
I'll wn-nd r from love and "\m\Tta no morr . 

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Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell,my Jean,where heartfome with 


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a far bloody Shore,may be to return to Lochaber no more 

Tho* hurricanes rife, and rife evry wind, 
They'll ne'er make a tempeft like that in my mind. 
Tho' loudeft of thunder on louder waves roar, 
That's naithing like leaving my love on the fhore. 
To leave thee behind me, my heart is fair pain'd; 
By eafe that's inglorious, no fame can be gain'd : 
And beauty and love's the reward of the brave, 
And 1 muft deferve it before I can crave. 

Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excufe, 
Since Honour commands me, how can I refufei 
Without it I ne'er can have merit for thee; 
And without thy favour, Id" better not be! 
I gae then, my lafs, to win honour and fame, 
And if I fhould lurk to come glorioufly hame, 
A heart I will bring thee with love running o'er, 
And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no mort. 

The Mnckine; of Geordie's Bvar. 


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It was not my fathers pleafure, 
Nor was it rev mothers defire, 

That ever 1 puddl'd my fingers, 

Wi' the mucking o' Geordie's Byar. 
The mucking &c. " 

Though the roads were ever fo filthy, 
Or the day, fo fcoury and foul, 

I would ay be ganging wi Geordie; 
I lik'd it £.r bettfr than School. 
The mucking 6ic. 

Mybrither abufes me daily 

For being wi' Geordii (b free, 

My fifter fhe ca's me hoodwinked, 
Becaufe he's below my ttPgret. 
The- mucking fee. 

But well do I like my young Geordie, 
Altho' he was cunning and flee; 

He ca's me his Dear and his Homy, 
And T'm fu.e that my G'OvcI i< 
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^Vhen I gang afield, and come hame at e'en, And if there fhould happen ever to be 

m get my wee wifie fou neat and fbu clean, A diff rence atween my wee wifie & me, 

And a bonny wee bairnie upon kef knee, In heartygood humou^altho (hebeteazd, 

That will cry, Papa, or Daddy, to me . Til kifs her & clap her until Che be pleas'd : 
Choi Sae. bide ye yet,&c. ! Cho 8 . Safe bide ye yet, &c . 

The Joyful Widower. Time Maggy Lauder 

We liv<f full one-and -twenty years, 

A man and wife together; 
At length from me her courfe fhe fteer'd. 

And gone 1 know not whither: 
Would I could guefs, I do profefs, 

I fpeak and do not flatter, 
Of all the women in the world, 

I never would come at her. 

Her body is beftowed well, 

A handfome grave does hide her; 
But fure her foul is not in hell, 

The de'il would ne'er abide her. 
I rather think fhe is aloft, 

And imitating, thunder, 
For why-; m*thinks I hear her voice, 

Tearing the clouds afunder. 


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My blefsins upon thy fweet, wee lippie.' 

My bleffins upon thy bonie e'e brie] 
Thy fmiles are fae like my blyth Sodger laddie, 

Thous ay the dearer, and d< aif r to mei 
But I'll big a bowr on \on bonif banks, 

Whare Tay rins wimplin by fae char; 
And Fll deed thee in the tartan fa< fine, 

And mak thee a man like thy dadie dear. 

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ood thr ^eil known Song", while hef Johnny, blithest bonnv, flint;- her praife the 

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ColHy claiths fhe had but few; 
Of rings and jewels nae great ftore; 
Her fee* was fair, her love was true, 
\n\ Johnny wifely wilhel no more; 
[.uvea the pearl tne (hepherPs prize; 
( I ' ■ mountain, near the fountain, 
' i dvllghts the fhepherd's eyes. 
Do at the burn, ^.c. 

Gold and titles give not health. 
And Johnny cou'd nae thefe impart; 
Tibuthfu' Mary's greateff wealth 
Was ftill her faithfu Johnny's heart: 
Sweet the joys the lovers find, 
Great the treafure, fweet the pleafure. 
Where the heart is always kind. 
Down the burn &c . 

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